Crufts – Strictly for the Barking. Dog Blog 10.3.08

I’m afraid I’m Little Miss Irritated today.

I yawned my way through that ridiculous charade of Crufts last night. Well, knock me down with a grooming brush! I can’t think of a more disparaging term than ‘cat-walk models’. Preened and primped like no dogs I’ve ever seen. Feline-like fashionistas who are disconnected from the lives we REAL dogs lead.

Some hairy-chopped giant Schnauzer won. Didn’t fancy him at all – I just can’t abide scruffy beards. And I wonder when he last tramped over the hills for charity!

Can’t these TV people finds better things to waste airtime on?

Canine, Lights, Action

Of course, I’m not knocking telly. My breakfast appearance on Channel M was fine but my pal Al wouldn’t let me get a bark in edgeways. Talk about hogging the limelight! So I pretended to fall asleep on the red sofa and, guess what, the camera immediately focussed on ME.

Completely upstaged poor old Al. You can’t share your home with a media consultant and not pick up a tip or two.

Not a word from hunky Max, the black Lab at No 77. He’s probably embarrassed to speak to me now I’m a celebrity.