Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts

Monday, 14 October 2019

Crufts 2019, part 2

The second set from this year's Crufts back in March concentrates on the dogs and their humans outside the judging ring.  There's an awful lot of waiting about for the competitors, and it's astonishing that everything is as good natured as it (usually) is.



Who says I'm too big to be a lap dog?



No, this lady is not about to shoot her dog, but instead provide water from a sprayer.







The Afghan Hounds were as magnificent as ever, although they must take hours to prepare for the show.






This lady gets this year's "Owner who looks most like her Dog" prize.








Tiredness takes its toll at the end of the day...



Sunday, 13 October 2019

Crufts 2019, part 1

I'm starting to catch up with some of the pictures taken over the past couple of years which I haven't (yet) had chance to process.  Back in March, Issy and I made our annual pilgrimage to Crufts at the NEC in Birmingham.  It was the Hounds and Terriers day, meaning that the dogs came in all shapes and sizes - quite literally.  This first set concentrates on the activities in and around the judging rings.  Not being a fan of eugenics, I've never been interested in breeding animals for "cosmetic perfection".  Even so, it's fun to watch because of the characters involved (both two- and four-legged).

















Smile, please...



Mr Gordon appeared to be calculating the force required to push a West Highland Terrier off a table, although I've no idea why.



One poor Basset Hound had clearly waited long enough to be judged, and left her mark on the carpet to prove it!

Monday, 3 June 2019

Wimpole Show 2019

Sunday saw the annual Cambridgeshire County Show, held at Wimpole Hall.  We all enjoy going to country shows - including Isla - so this event was a must.

One of the highlights of every show is the "Terrier Racing", but I've never attempted to photograph it before.  There's probably a good reason for this; but, nothing ventured, nothing gained.  The "sport" takes the form of a lure (which looks suspiciously like an old sock) on a string, which is dragged across the ground by a bloke pedalling like fury on an upside-down bicycle.  Add a load of untrained dogs (only some of whom were terriers) and what could possibly go wrong?

First, the calm before the storm.



And they're off...




 
Occasionally the whole thing goes pear-shaped, though, when the string falls off the bicycle wheel.  The result is that the lure stops dead in its tracks, and the dogs need to do an abrupt "about turn".



Talk amongst yourselves while the technology is fixed...






Sometimes the lure gets trapped at the end of the run.  I never worked out whether this was intentional or not; but, when it happens, a certain amount of manual intervention is needed.





Rather more sedate were the Soverign Quarter Horses from March, who were demonstrating their "cowboy" riding style - complete with stetsons and chaps.




The poor horse and rider were completely dwarfed by the farm machinery leviathan in the background.






Finally, a miscellany from the day.  First up a fence-weaver who was demonstrating his skill.


Next, one of the robotic lawn mowers which had been let loose on an unsuspecting public.  The algorithm appeared to be "go forwards until you hit something, then back off a bit and try a different direction".  High quality engineering?  I'm not convinced...


Then the traditional helter-skelter.


A couple of birds who were part of a display: a Hooded Vulture and a Steller's Eagle.  The latter is an absolutely enormous bird, and it certainly dwarfed the Bald Eagle which was skulking in the shadows at the back.



Finally, Mr Sheep Shearer between shifts.