I am perhaps a touch unwell today but that doesn’t stop me driving all the way to Worcester for a dog show with L and the boys in tow. My body does seem to be deteriorate while we’re there and I get us eliminated on our first jumping course. However, I don’t feel MD can blame my poor health on the fact he jumps off the dog walk on both his agility courses.
In an attempt to salvage something from the day we both make a herculean effort on our last course, a rather testing and irritating affair with nine tunnels in it. We nail it and go clear although I am close to requiring mouth to mouth resuscitation at the end, that no one offers. Which is probably wise given my pasty appearance and sadly after all that effort we are outside the rosettes.
To her immense surprise, I let L drive home where I am in bed by 8.30pm, which is the first time I’ve been in bed that early for the sole purpose of sleep since I was seven years old.
(Saturday 21st May)