Writtle Fete

It was the Writtle Fete last Saturday and Duke and Tommy were both entering the Dog Show. It was a fun (!) event with silly categories such as ‘dog most like its owner’ ‘waggiest tail’ ‘prettiest bitch’, well, you get the idea.

The competition was on between Tommy and Duke, both of them entering the same 4 categories, with very little chance of either of them winning. Dad kept saying ‘come on Tommy, we need a win’, my sister then piped up ‘oi! What about Duke?’ Dad then said ‘come on Duke, we need second place too’. Tommy won nothing! Duke came 4th in the ‘dog that the judge would most like to take home’; this was after he’d snotted all over the judges’ glasses. Dad said it was a fix and they didn’t want us ‘out of towners’ winning…

It was still a good day. We loafed around the green for a while and settled in some shade for all our sakes. Tommy and I soon had to move as it was next to a stall handing out balloons! He kept play bowing and trying to get them off of the children. He enjoyed watching the Morris Dancers, his tail didn’t stop wagging. Tommy had lots of fuss from Sarah’s girls and we all went back to Maggie’s for the afternoon of lying around. Tommy obviously barked ferociously at the cats, but was very good with everyone else letting them stroke and pet him. He followed the girls around, he’d worked out they are the most likely to drop food! Duke just sulked in his kennel. He’d been got by the water pistols and wasn’t too impressed. Tommy enjoyed them at all in that heat – he was trying to catch the spray!