Day two of the Nottingham dog show at the Newark Showground
where my entire morning is spent organising, persuading, cajoling, consoling... and a
lot of hanging around. Yes, it’s the Crufts Team Event.
L keeps well out of the way and goes to aquarobics instead but
without a towel, she’s always doing that. Secretly she’s such an exhibitionist.
So I have four teams, sixteen team members and we achieve just one clear round
between us. Not great. Premiership managers have been sacked for less, much
less. Perhaps they’ll sack me?
MD’s team run was decent with just a minor tunnel mishap
that I sort of predicted as it was case of me being on his un-favourite side
for either the weaves or the following tunnel. I deemed it less catastrophic to
mess up the tunnel. Apparently he did all his contacts, at least that what the
judge said. I wasn’t so sure but it’s not my opinion that counts. It’s not
often that disagreeing with the judge goes in my favour.
He then goes and misses them
all in his individual agility run.
In fact we are eliminated in all three of our individual
runs today, so no rosettes to take home. Where we then head to spoil L’s peace and
because I need a beer or two.
We head to the Lincolnshire Poacher for a couple and then
the Golden Fleece for a few more, clocking up a few dark ones on the way. Then
it’s the usual takeaway from the Park Tandoori.
(Sunday 29th May)
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