You have to be twenty-one to gamble in Lebanon.  This year, I was legally allowed to.  During the past summer, a famous dog race took place. Although I was legally permitted to experience this Òthrill,Ó  I decided to boycott the race for reasons that shall be revealed soon.
	The walls of the race track were ÒbeautifullyÓ painted with pictures of the dogs participating in the race.  Under each picture was the name of the dog and the breed.  
	Each person wishing to gamble had to present an ID to show proof of age.  Soon after, the participating gamblers placed their bets and headed to the bleachers to watch , cheer and pray that the dog they backed would win.  Gambling does not always revolve around money, but in this dog race it did.  
 	I was surprised to notice that some conservative gamblers still placed their bets according to the breed of the dogs.  I tried to tell those people that they should back dogs for their fitness and stamina rather than their breed.
	I was mesmerised at the extent of how forcefully these dogs chased the electronic rabbit.  Although the race seemed fair, rumors that some dogs had been injected with steroids by mysterious characters circulated.
	Some gamblers were happy, others were sad, but the fact remains that the anonymous controller of this track will always be a winner, and even if the race seems fair on the outside, this controller will always decide which dogs may participate.