
Yesterday I went with my mum and dad to collect their 'new' dog from the rescue home. Meet Danny a 6 year old Dandy Dinmont terrier, a very friendly little cutie.

  The weather was fab, and the place was packed, yet we managed to get a parking place near the gate,. The first thing we watched was the dog racing, and this year, knowing how fast those hounds run I positioned myself in a much better place to get some photos.
  Dad was pretty impressed with the owls, and the traction engines,  
 and I was facinated by these little critters.   This was a new event to us, can you spot it?  
 Its an egg hurling competition!  Anyone willing to run the risk of getting covered in egg could enter. I think it was meant to be a lot messier, but the soft ground and the brilliant throwers and catchers meant only one person ended up with egg on their face!  We were dissappointed that we couldnt see the goose herding on the timetable of events. Neither had we discovered where the dog show was being held. Loads and loads of lovely dogs wandered around but no show, until we got back out in the carpark to discover it being held there.
 We had a great day out, and dad finally admitted he wanted a new dog himself to replace Charlie dog, and would be going off to get one asap.  We dropped in to see Kelly and Ollie on the way home, making me even later than ever getting in, only to discover Martin had not been at work at all, but at golf. Boy was I in trouble for not getting that right, and being out when he got home!!!  Ooops!!

  
a telephone exchange,