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.

Monday, November 21, 2011


I`m mobile again! I went South of the border at the weekend to judge, and lived to tell the tale.

I went down on that most desperate of trains, a Virgin cross country, expecting the worst, but possibly things have improved, or my memory is failing......or more likely, the journey was shorter than usual. My views on Virgin trains have been aired before on this blog. But this time I only had to fight one person for my seat, a tea trolley actually arrived, and I got the last sandwich, both coming and going. ("Fish suppers - aye, you wish!" called the man with the trolley, offering the lonely faded sad roll with lots of wilted leaves and a shy wisp of ham).

The show was good, and really well run, with eight rings going like clockwork - except mine, where I felt bound to make up some of the time a previous judge had squandered on a handful of entries. I felt very, very tired by the time I had done the group, but I did get there with, I hope, not too many mistakes and only one growl from an aged Pug. No-one complained, or threw things, so I assume wax figurines resembling me and pins are not being sought by the exhibitors.

I am quite pleased at having managed this, and now only disappointed that I will miss LKA due to a transport failure. In short, I am looking forward to getting back into the swing of all things doggy.
Glad you are able to be out and about again. Best - Hester
Is that Jerry Munroe I spot in the bottom right corner?
You have sharp eyes - that is indeed Jerry.

I wasn`t judging Papillons, though, as I have Richmond to come later in the year.
Glad you made it, Elizabeth,Im sure you did a sterling job as usual.L
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