Dog to dog blog: a quick visit in a Barrow

I think that's right; Mummy and I went to see Granny and Grandpa today, via a shop where Mummy bought ever so much beer in bottles for Grandpa; apparently he needs it to cope with all the women in his life, he says.

I don't know what that's supposed to be about, I mean I'm one of the women in his life, and I give him no trouble at all.

True, Mummy says I was not as good as I might have been last Sunday, when we went to a Fun Dog Show and Agility Demo. I was a bit worried, 'cos I thought the demo might be like the ones you hear about on the telly with people charging about and shouting and stroppy coppers and stuff, but it turned out just to be doing the usual agility stuff, but in a field with all strange people watching.

I wasn't too impressed, quite frankly, as Mummy made me wear my lead all the time, and I've got quite good at doing agility off the lead. I tried to let her see I wasn't happy; when it was our turn to go, I lay down and gave her my best "Sally's not impressed" look, but Mummy made me carry on anyway.

So I grabbed the slack of the lead in my mouth, and went round like that. It all went great until we got to the weave, when I got all fankled up and we had to start again. As soon as we'd finished, I lay down again, which got a big round of applause.

At the end of the show, when everyone else had had a go, Mummy let me go round off the lead. Thing is, I was well tired by then, and a bit fed up with all the waiting, so after the first few obstacles, I saw a big field in front of me and decided to go hunting bunnies instead.

Big mistake, loads of shouting and stuff. I thought "Need more speed here",  so I stopped to offload some poo, and carried on feeling much better. I made it into where there'd been a load of stalls, which were all being put away. I stopped to have a good look round, I mean there's often a chance of spare food, know what I mean? But this meant that Mummy caught up with me, put the lead on and made me go round the rest of the agility course.

That was just so unfair! If I was tired before, I was knackered by then. Had to kip all the way home and all the next day. So what happens next? We only go to Obedience Classes last night! It 's just too much, how much is a dog supposed to take?

Never mind, today was much quieter. We loaded up a parcel that had come for Granny and Grandpa yesterday, stopped off at the Brewery Shop, and went and found my boat at somewhere called Barrow-on-Soar.

It was a bit of a hike from where we parked the car to the boat, but I made it, had a seriously long drink, and then a good kip:

Me having a kip

We're back at home now; Mummy says I can have a charge about in my favourite field this afternoon, and then she's going to let me have another really good zizz while she goes riding.

It's like, so hard work, looking after humans!

Loads of licks

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Sally