Two greyhounds, dressed to the nines, top hats, tail coats, spats, were leaning against the bar.
"Funny thing happened to me in race 9 at Randwick the other day. The bell went, the gates opened and I raced out but was quickly at the tail of the field. I felt a grumbling in my tummy, my tail lifted and with a terrific fart, I sped up and won the race!"
The other dog, startled, replies, "What? Exactly the same thing happened to me in race 6! The bell went, the gates opened and I raced out but was quickly at the tail of the field. I felt a grumbling in my tummy, my tail lifted and with a terrific fart, I sped up and won the race!"

Now all this time, a racehorse had been listening from his spot at the bar.
"Excuse me gentlemen, I couldn't help overhearing you, and I have a similar story that happened to me today at Warwick Park. The bell went, the gates opened and I raced out but was quickly at the tail of the field. I felt a grumbling in my tummy, my tail lifted and with a terrific fart, I sped up and won the race!"
So saying, he gulped down his drink and left.
The two dogs stared at each other, speechless. Completely in shock. Finally one gains his voice.
"That's amazing! A talking horse!"