Sunday morning after a Saturday night at the Thames show.
Sunday morning after a Saturday night at the Thames show I am woken by my wonderful wife with the words, will you help me move the dogwalk. "What's the time" I ask. "A quarter past six" she replied as she disappeared from the caravan.
After about ten minutes of trying to convince myself to be brave and stay put. I get out of bed, wash and clean my teeth, didn’t bother to have a shave as I had already stood in the dock the night before on this count and got away with it. Have they changed the double jeopardy law yet? Better look that up for future reference.
Anyway I made my way to the ring to help move the dogwalk. This is the one we moved the night before because of the direction of the wind and as she was judging small dogs first thing she didn’t want them blown off. I thought at the time this was premature as there was several hours before judging was going to start. But as it was only a thought we moved the dogwalk anyway.
When I arrived at the ring Helen was talking so I went over to Pete Heffer who was setting up the timing. I explained to him why I was about so early and told him my fear that I was sure there was another reason why I was here. I had these alarm bells ringing in my head that the course had not been pegged the night before.
Helen had finished her conversation so I asked her if she was ready to move the dogwalk. I’ve already done that but you can peg the course if you like. That’s good I was getting the option not to do the pegging after all, so off I went to the score tent to get the pegs and hammer.
While I was pegging another lady turned up and kindly carried the numbers round while Helen placed them in order around the course. When they had finished they left the ring leaving me to peg the rest of the course.
For those that know me and think Helen was a bit silly to trust someone who does not compete in agility to peg the course without guidance. The lady who carried the numbers had left her poodle sitting in a chair at the side of the ring to oversee what I was doing. And all before 7.45 on Sunday morning.
Posted by Malcolm Saunders
on 16 June 2009 at 09:47:36 a.m.
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