I’m at an indoor dog show today and the morning goes pretty
much as you’d expect e.g. MD gets eliminated and Doggo nonchalantly clocks a
perfect clear. So everything normal.
Meanwhile L is at home sorting out her life aka her books.
She reports that she has 120 unread books with one box still to go through and
44 on her Kindle. I don’t know how that happened she says. I do. The firing
squad is booked for later. No blindfold.
Things get better slowly during the afternoon at the dog
show. MD improves to a five faults and then we pull off a really really ugly
clear round, which lands us a rosette for 7th. Then he does the most
amazing run in the Jumping Cup Qualifier, clear and pretty fast. I don’t know
how that happened.
With Doggo slotting in another fab clear we’re all done by
3pm but now we’re hanging on for the results of the Jumping Cup. It was the
Jumping Cup we qualified for last year and came 6th in the final.
Clearly that particular event must agree with him because
when all the dogs have run MD is top of the pile and we’ve won by half a
second. I still don’t know how that happened. I guess we’ll be on speaking
terms tonight, for once.
Unfortunately this still doesn’t promote us. He needs three
jumping wins and that’s his second, two and half years after the first one.
Then it continues raining rosettes as Doggo gets one for 5th
in the Old Gits Agility. We head home, that is once I’ve managed to get MD’s
head into the car.
Back home it’s time for Daughter to head back to Sheffield.
I can’t believe she’s been home a week. All four of us accompany her to the
station. Then we stay in, we’ve given the pubs enough trade this Christmas
already.
(Saturday 28th
December)
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