My first real show I suppose

Hi Ya'll

I can do an American accent as well !!

How are you all then, well I hope.

Firstly - one of my relations, Junior who is near enough the same age as me entered only his SECOND show and managed to qualify for Crufts - Well done Junior and Lisa.

Well it's all been happening recently as it is high season for dog shows. We have been practicing for today's big event (well not that big really!) the North Devon Show. It all started about three days ago when they reckoned I stunk - bloody cheek ... I don't smell, it's just the bones I've been chewing. Anyway, Chris was like Billy the Kid and lassoed me while I was minding my own business sniffing those difficult to get at places to see if I really did stink ....... and then got a bucket and sponge - well I thought he was going to wash the car - Wrong - a wet sponge right up where I was sniffing .... a bit of a shock I can tell you. I am not standing for that ....... if fat boy wants to play cowboys, I will be the bucking bronco ...... hold on tight. Well we fought for about half an hour and then Maureen turned up and helped him out - couldn't do it on his own. When they had finished, I had hair like a golliwog and smelt like a poofs handbag.

Next day, we went for a nice walk and then it happened - a LOVELY patch of mud and they hadn't noticed it .... Ha! ..... don't smell like a poof anymore !!!

Maureen brushed me loads and had me standing like a show dog all the time - don't why she bothers as I will do it fine at home but I am just toooooo naughty to do it when we are there.

I asked her if my breath smelt alright just in case the Judge wanted a snog !!



Well I goes to bed as normal and then at just gone half six, they woke me up - what a liberty .... I got bundled in the car and off we go to some god damm wet and windy field with about another 300 dogs. Well, they had a nice surprise for me - I got to meet my Dad, not Fat Boy, but my real doggy Dad .... a fine specimen he is too.

We hung around for ages waiting for the Boxers - I thought it was going to be a "Are you ready to rumble - Prince Naseem Hamed" boxing like on the telly, but no - just some dogs that had faces only thier Mother's could love and wierd tails !!!

Well, you can imagine, I am getting a bit fed up by now so I thought I would have a roll in the wet grass - - and dirt - - and mud and of course, it's pouring of rain - DEFFINATELY don't smell like a poof anymore !!!

We go into the ring and there are only another two dogs in there and one of them was a girl - quite fancied her really, but I was a bit shy to ask out for a date .... They were immaculate with not a hair out of place and me .... I got green feet where I have been digging in the grass. Well, the Judge (she was a bit of alright as well) had a feel and made me run up and down a bit - found some lovley grass to eat on the way and loads of smells - Boxers, boy they whiff .... Anyway - she gave me a second which apparently is really good as the other two were a year old and have been winning everything.

I didn't win, but I was very sporting (get it - sporting, I am a Gun Dog!!) - and I gave the winner a kiss - and then I did it, I plucked up courage and asked her out - AND SHE SAID ............. What are you doing tommorrow night then Cody - so all apprehensive, I said, nothing why? - and she said "Well get a bath you bloody stink" !!!!