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My brain at this point was thinking. How am I going to get through this without
        crying?
        The  prettiest  bitch  class  with  20  hopeful  owners  was  more  or  less
        straightforward. Apart from a few dogs I know, who showed how pleased they
        were to see me by doing full body wags and jumping all over me.

        I couldn’t help myself but give Oliver another first for Bertie in the puppy
        class, especially as he held my hand and smiled as we went around the ring
        together.

                                                         I was hoping to be able
                                                         to operate an ‘already
                                                         seen  by  the  judge’
                                                         policy,  but  they  all
                                                         wanted  another  go
                                                         walking  around  the
                                                         ring,  so  I  happily
                                                         watched  all  the  dogs
                                                         walk around more than
                                                         once if they’d entered
                                                         multiple classes.

                                                         Thank  goodness  the
        best biscuit catcher class was a knockout. There were lots of dogs in this class,
        so it was a strict class, one miss and the dog was out. I only had to pick
        between the last two on technic and flair; otherwise I might still be throwing
        biscuits to them now.  Typically these were Labradors and expert catchers;
        no biscuit was going to get past this pair.

        In the veteran class, seeing the old dogs limp into the ring like old soldiers
        on Remembrance Sunday, with their cloudy eyes looking up lovingly at their
        owners, had me fighting back tears again.

        My voice cracked as I said, “What a privilege it was to see all of these lovely
        older  dogs,  having  lost  our  beautiful  dog  well  before  his  time  to  cancer.”
        Adding “Make the most of the time you have with them and give them an
        extra cuddle from me this evening.” Breaking rule number 3, as initially I
        couldn’t look the owners in their eyes or into the dogs eyes, in fear it would
        make me properly cry.
        My best veteran was a beautiful working cocker who had worked but was also
        a very much loved family pet. Her 4 year old owner in a pretty blue Elsa dress
        from Frozen skipped around the ring, with Maisy trying hard to match the
        little girl’s enthusiasm. I bumped into the little girl’s father recently, sadly
        Maisy had passed away, her rosette is proudly still on display.  He is in the

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