THE EYES HAVE IT
OF DIDO AND DRAINS
OF SONJA AND SQUIRRELS
SHE`S LEAVING HOME...
STILL THE SAME PROBLEM
IT`S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN....
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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.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Saturday, March 09, 2013
Cupcake, who behaved impeccably and looked good, just wasn`t liked, and came 5th.
|Angel - "We wuz robbed!"|
Cupcake had been upset when I took her out of the crate to be shown, and wailed that he couldn`t be left alone. So he was put in with my friend`s dog puppy, with whom he gets on really well.
Yes, they did get on really well. When I came back they were playing a certain game much favoured by puppy dogs, with great enthusiasm, taking turns to be on top. The bench was surrounded by fascinated tourists, with cameras. I hurried to get him out, hoping that the next meme to go viral on YouTube will not be "bonking dogs at Crufts" (with "I like to move it" as soundtrack).
It was fascinating to see all the foreign dogs, most of them champions, and most having the same fate as Angel. It was good to meet old friends. But it was also very tiring, as was the journey home through endless roadworks and drizzle.
Maybe better next year.