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.

Thursday, May 12, 2011


I spent the overnight journey to the last show racing down the M6 in driving rain, listening to the election results come rolling in - yes, I am the kind of sad person who enjoys that sort of thing. And all the more so as it became evident that Scotland had almost to a man voted Nationalist, and that our Parliament in Holyrood would now be Nationalist run.

A great result.

Alas, Fidget did not echo it. The judge was distinctly underwhelmed by his performance.

Like Mr Salmond, he has an uphill battle ahead of him.

Let`s hope they both succeed.
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