I thought mummy was taking me to Crufts when she said we were off to The Show- I really did. I combed my fluffy feet, put on my best coat and stopped thinking about birdies n bunnies for a while in my excitement. Turns out she meant the Great Northern Dive Show which was probably more exciting really as I got to do a wee and a poo on some lovely green grass called Old Trafford – didn’t look old to me – and I got tickled by storm troopers and met a man in black who sounded like he was using a rebreather all the time. Not many dogs get to do that do they, whereas lots of dogs go to Crufts.
After all that it was the humans turn to get excited as they met up with friends from BarZero (again no crisps or beer so I’m confused by the many uses of the word Bar)….and lots of other divey people including skippers from Lochaline who let me pee in a box of grass on their boat a couple of years ago. I think i first saw dolphins on that trip – on the whole I prefer bunnies to dolphins.
Anyhow – it was a busy hall with lots of stuff to keep us entertained. Mummy came away clutching brochures for yet another holiday whilst daddy bought a compressor and everyone ate pies and coffee from far too many plastic plates n cups (there’s a lot in our oceans you know you naughty humans)….except for mummy who was virtuosly clutching her own travel mug.
So – hope we can all go again next year as it’s great to have such a good divey day out meeting old friends n learning new stuff so close to home. See ya next year Darf xx
(Ps I might have made the bit up about daddy buying the compressor…)