Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007


Already the excitement of Crufts is beginning to recede, helped on its way by the chest infection I managed to pick up there and a recurrence of my Achilles Wooden Leg (see archive Dec 2004)

Crufts was really good. A good atmosphere, even with the change of judge. And running back and forth between two halls heaving a very solid Shelby has done wonders for my leg muscles. Shelby loved Crufts and found the crowds fascinating. When I finally got him into Junior he swaggered, and attracted a lot of favourable attention from the ringside - well, lots of pointing and no laughing - and was second.

Ran back through the mob of tourists, picked up a hyper Allegra, rushed her in and won.

And then you would think I could have a rest.

But I have to dot around trying to get photographs. It takes me right round the ringside. At last I subsided into a seat, and was immediately joined by three large men. I couldn`t quite pick up the language, but I had noted from the catalogue that one dog present had a qualification from a former iron curtain country and assumed that they were supporters.

I was busy with the white balance and didn`t notice the arm going round me. I did however notice the bottom pinch.....

Well, I mean, it`s been a whlie......And at Crufts !

No, you can`t retaliate in the usual ladylike manner with a carefully placed knee or a Glasgow Kiss. Rule 42 covers all that. I shot off to the other side and carefully ignored the complicit grins from all three of them which followed me throughout the rest of the show....

I`d swear Shelby was also grinning alll over his big flat face.

But I did later meet a lovely person who actually reads this blog and likes it.

Just how cool is that !
I can only say how lucky for that lovely person who met you. I'd love to meet you (and Shelby and Florian especially and all the others too!) :)
It was a pleasure to meet you and your dogs.
Oh dear? The Drummie Kiss is frowned upon at Crufts? I think there's a reason I've never been allowed to have dogs.
Well, KC rule 42 covers behaviour which brings the event into disrepute. I guess that covers every aspect of self-defence I was taught all those years ago by DS Picken of the Glasgow force. He told me and his daughter - "There are many types of self-defence, like Judo and Ju-Jitsu, but the type I am going to teach you is Glasgow Dirty...."
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