I realised today that my dog is never going to win Crufts….., ever. But surely he would get a rosette at the local May Fair dog competition? This is a dog that makes a 10 min walk down the high street last an hour. He gets a lot of attention. He most definitely attracts the kids, and also the ladies (good doggie…). But put him in front of a judge – a dog judge – and his wilful side takes over. Here he is in today’s ‘dog/owner lookalike’ competition. He is not cooperating…
The next event was ‘dog with the waggiest tail’. At home, his wags so much he smashed 3 wine glasses already. Would he wag for the judge? No. Ramrod straight. Then it was ‘dog with the cutest eyes’. He turned his back on the judge and wouldn’t look at him AT ALL…!
Finally it was ‘dog the judges would most like to take home with them’. I was sure this was his moment. I mean, who wouldn’t?! I’m scared of leaving him for 10 seconds outside Tesco in case someone nicks him. Did the judges want to take him home? No way, not after he rolled over in the dirt, snuffled the other dogs’ behinds and tore around the hay bale staging like a demented mutt! I’d just brushed his coat beforehand so that he looked glossy… He wasn’t even shortlisted!!!
Clearly Rufus Peck is a non-conformist dog. Frankly I think he disgraced the family today by not playing ball… I may forgive him sometime in the future. In the meantime, he remains very much his own dog…: