I was in the dog-house. Well and truly. For three nights I had whined, refused to go in my own bed and generally been a nuisance at night. Mistress was singularly unimpressed and I got a smack or two which, being a Cairn, meant I did exactly the opposite of what mistress wanted just to be wilful.
I knew mistress would really like me to have one more rosette before the summer ended but it did seem most unlikely. We had a little talk before we went to Great Barr but ... a rosette?
I knew mistress would really like me to have one more rosette before the summer ended but it did seem most unlikely. We had a little talk before we went to Great Barr but ... a rosette?
As a matter of doggy principle I always put my tail firmly under my bum when the judge is looking at me but as soon as their back is turned I wag it! Mistress gets pretty dispondent. But this show was indoors and I'd just had a treat before we went in the ring so I felt pretty happy. I came away with a first - my first 'first ever - and a fifth which mistress would have been happy with anyway. I'm not in the doghouse (at the moment!) and I've got my way at night too, a snug rug at the side of mistress' bed. I'm a very contented little Cairn terrier.