Treat those two imposters

It was a big night last night, with Lord Snooty finally justifying our belief in him by winning his maiden in the US in smart style.  I went to bed feeling exhilirated.  My Blackberry rang early this morning, showing Pete’s name.  Pete never rings early unless it is bad news – as I picked it up I was praying it would be about one of the lesser lights.

Pete was straight to the point – “It’s Winker – he’s not right”.  Not the news I wanted to hear.  It was minor, but there was a problem – he hadn’t felt right on the gallops and he wasn’t right afterwards.  The vet was on his way.  As the day went on I waited to hear more, but there was little to report.  The vet found nothing in his first tests and did some more tests – by the end of the day Winker was sound again, but that was in his box and not storming up the gallops with a jockey on his back.

We’ll know more tomorrow.  The Guineas are only three weeks away – I’m not experienced enough to comment on his chances of getting there, but this is obviously not good news.