It’s Written In The Tea Leaves

Today it’s the second attempt for our agility team to attempt to qualify for Crufts, this time in Rugby. Again Doggo and I post our reliable clear round but it doesn’t go well for some of the other team members. Although it’s written in the tea leaves that one day the other three team members will put in storming clear rounds and we’ll knock a pole or something.

So we now need to decide whether to travel up to one or both of the two qualifiers in the North East later this summer.

The highlight of the day was though a really nasty (tough) course in the Olympia qualifying event. Possibly the best (e.g. most evil) course I've ever seen. We like that sort of thing, it gives us a chance against the faster dogs. They put four pieces of different agility equipment side by side so that each time you came to this section you had to very clear with your instructions to your dog to make sure they got the right one. Most didn’t but Doggo was brilliant and we did it all effortlessly. Well not effortlessly, it was very stressful, but we did it. So we were cruising for a clear round but then I cocked up a simple bit right at the end. Doggo I’m sure was furious which was probably why he messed up his last run of the day or it could just have been the heat. It was really hot and sunny by then, after a lot of rain earlier on. At least with getting nothing we were home nice and early.

Later we head off to Derby Beer Festival which was ok; I found some nice beers, although L was less impressed. The big problem with it all was the horrendous queues at the bars and the fact the beers starting running out almost as soon as we arrived. There were a lot of disgruntled folk who had paid £6 to get in, thankfully as members we get in free. I know it’s the last night but the choice was seriously limited and with all the queuing we spent more time hunting out something to drink and queuing for it than actually sitting, drinking and being sociable to each other. I know years ago, our 'one for the road' used to be a pint of Ansell’s or something equally unpalatable because nothing else was left but that was at 11pm not at 8.30pm! Think we’ll avoid Saturday’s in future.