The weather here has been vile. I don't know about anyone else, but I am now thoroughly sick of winter. It fulfilled its purpose when the shooting season ended - it now has no purpose, and needs to begone!
As a result, the field where training classes take place is somewhat soggy. I taught a puppy class today (exciting!) and almost went A.O.T. (that's arse over tip) several times... fortunately I kept my feet, I feel landing on the aforementioned A. would have reduced what little authority I had to begin with.
So, when Henry came out of the car, there was a lot of skidding around behind him until he chilled out. This was the first class we had been to since Christmas, so he was very happy to be back, and very keen to get over to Sophia to say hello!
We were doing just fine until he had to sit for a while - he was so keen to get to the treat in my hand that he leapt up to try and pinch it (naughty naughty). As he landed I felt a splash on my face, and the next handler along did say, 'He got you!', but I thought I'd wiped it all off and was confident that my normal, glamorous (hah!) appearance had been restored.
Until I got into the car to drive home, that is.
Because I caught sight of myself in the rear-view mirror.
Can you imagine a sort of human Dalmatian?
That was me. Covered in lumps and splotches of mud, as though I had just ridden round Aintree in the rain.
I did wonder why people kept grinning at me... I suppose at least I noticed before I went into the supermarket!
Hey ho. Spaniels, eh? Bet I wouldn't have had all this bother with a Lab...
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