The organisers of last weekend’s Newton’s Fraction Half Marathon have sent out a survey. One of the questions is would you object to a bottle of beer in your goodie bag next year? Errrr, no. What a daft question.
I decide that tonight, despite it being Crufts tomorrow, I will take Doggo training rather than rest him. Mainly to try and get his confidence up after a bad session last Wednesday and after his mugging on the park yesterday. He does well, so I think it was a good idea. Won’t know for sure until tomorrow...
I would of course have gone to training anyway for MD’s sake, had he not been injured. He didn’t help matters by chewing off his protective sock whilst he was in the garden. He’s not popular; it was supposed to keep his wounded paw clean.
All the same I give him a brief run at training, just to see how he is. Not bad actually but he did seem to be favouring one paw over the other when it came to taking jumps. So he now looks unlikely to be competing at his next event, which is this weekend. Which isn’t on the warm, dry carpet of the NEC at Crufts but in a cold, damp horse arena somewhere in Lincolnshire but we all have to start somewhere.