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.

Sunday, March 27, 2011


Back tired from another show, at which Fidget behaved, had a good time, but did not impress.

 He is an erratic traveller. He realxes and sleeps on motorways...but he doesn`t do corners. So for the country road that crosses the river and winds up to the M6, I have to hold him on my knee, where he moans and rolls his eyes every time we go round a bend. At the motorway approach, he is put in his travelling box and settles down.

It could be worse - I have memories of a friend`s Afghan who used to let fly at both ends on the first corner we came to. Afghans can produce..... quite a lot. We always seemed to be cleaning out the car at the same farm gate fairly near her home, and wishing we had a hose....

Much of the discussion at the show was not about dogs. It was about the cost of showing them. It has become a very expensive hobby, and entries at some shows are starting to go down. The show organisers put the price of entry up to compensate for this - as though you were a shopkeeper who couldn`t sell an item at 50p and said "well, I`ll put the price up to 75p to compensate." And the cost of fuel for travel is a matter for national debate at the moment - personally I advocate switching to cooking oil at 90p a litre, but have had no takers so far.

 Wait and see. We will be using dog droppings to power our cars to shows before long.

Judging by what I pick up every day, that will give me a fuel monopoly.
The theory for raising the costs for showing your dogs seems to be done by the same kind of sloppy thinkers here in the States. The theory being - we are raising the prices with no thought for the reason less people are attending events: which is, the economy is a mess and the everyday person is supposed to cheerfully take up the slack out of the pockets.
Wake up organizers!
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