I should know better

Crufts was……..well, Crufts. Marcus showed his little heart out in the big green ring, and we hoped for Best Puppy, but he was second. Julian was out of sorts and was fifth. Decibelle was on her poisonously worst behaviour, ducking and diving on the table, and took the Walk of Shame.

Socially it was, as usual……….interesting. The usual mix of old friends, bitching and gossip, conducted among droves of Japanese tourists flashing Nikons. Quite a bit of politics, too. Sitting at the ringside deconstructing the opposition – slipping stifles, poor topline, hard light eye…….and the dog`s not too great. either. Watching an Irish friend weaving about in the ring, being eventually reprimanded by the judge for being drunk in charge of a Pomeranian. Eating the salmonella-laden catering, having sworn not to but driven by starvation. Admiring my handler`s ruby slippers – yes just like the ones in the film(except alas, they don`t seem to grant wishes...) Finding out where the heavy betting was going down for Best in Show And eventually, dropping with weariness, hauling a trolley laden with dogs and grooming stuff out into the rain to load the bus once more.

And so off into the wet dark on the long road north.

A grand day out.