Off to Scunthorpe today for the oddly named Dog Vegas Agility Show. Money is sometimes up for grabs at Dog Vegas shows but we don't expect to come back with a fist full of fivers.
L has a lie-in without me and doesn't even reply to my texts until gone 11.00. Obviously all this Lady C induced rampantness has worn her out.
As it happens Doggo is up for it and runs really well. I make a mess up of a tricky weave entry on the first course but after that we clock up three consecutive clear rounds. All in times of 26 seconds. Doggo is Mr Consistency. One of his runs in Grade 5 Jumping lands us a rosette for 7th. That in itself isn't bad but our time would have been good enough to win Grade 4 by over a second, so that shows that we're in the right grade at least.
So I'm quite pleased with the old codger and I won't be sacking him just yet. In fact I even bought him a new lead. A royal blue one, to go with his red collar. So he clashes with himself. L says we now have a chav dog.
Go to the pub and have two celebratory pints of Caledonian Rebus. Then later two glass of red wine with L and a little more rampantness.
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