Dog Tails and Crufts!

You may remember a few posts ago that I wrote about starting a dog collar and accessories business.  Pre-launch is going well you’ll be pleased to hear.  Just the final touches to the product range to be finished and some last minute details to iron out. Excited, or should I say, tail wags!!!!!!

I was having trouble sleeping last night and was on my own, thanks to my husband’s snoring.  He was in the room next door where he spends the odd night in the doghouse when he’s on a snoring kick, which he has been all week (colour me sleep deprived).  In fact I remember thinking that perhaps we should be looking at making man-sized dog beds. Now there would be a winner, don’t you think?  Has your two (or should that be three) legged friend been a bit of a rascal? Stick him in the corner for the night to ponder the error of his ways.

Gap in the market!!!!!!!!!!

The dog analogy is not simply the result of spending too much time thinking about dogs in the run up to launch and Crufts (yay!)  No… my husband, bless him.  He often reminds me of a galumphing pooch, with his ungainly gait and his deep set chocolate brown eyes that can convey such sadness for something as small as not giving him the last chocolate digestive (err, whose need is greater?) It is a true fact that his eyes used to win him free home-made curries back in the university halls of residence. He would look so underfed and like he just needed a good ruffle that all the girls would fall for it and cook for him.  Even the local Greek chip-shop owner would give him free portions because he looked like he needed a good meal and hey, you have Greek relatives? Have an extra saveloy!  He can snout out free food like no one I’ve ever met, and he has that air about him: Look after me and I’ll be your loyal best friend for life. What girl can resist?

I am, however, leaving him at home when Carrie and I go to Crufts.  Firstly, to look after Babyzoid, then of course for fear he’ll find a new owner and get led off by the neck.  Snoring aside, that would make me sad.  

Neither me friend or I have ever been to the UK’s biggest dog show before and we are full-on wetting ourselves at the prospect.  There are going to be dogs everywhere.  Uber talented, handsome dogs, dogs that have more talent in their little doggy-manicured paws than the whole orange, equally manicured cast of TOWIE.  We don’t know what to expect.  I mean, will the dogs just be milling around?  Will they be the ones getting the VIP treatment, enjoying gourmet fare while we human non-VIP’s queue for horse-burgers and hot dogs (maybe not hot dogs, don’t want to put the Dachshunds on edge).  Perhaps there will be a dogs corner for the stars of the show to chill out, a green room of sorts where they get to sip on doggy champagne (purified pond-water?), snack on home baked organic dog biccies and play on the PlayStation between show performances.  And I wonder if the dogs actually realise they are competing for ultimate glory and doggy domination. 

I am taking you down for a roll in the mud, Shih-Tzu!

Not on your paws, Cocker!

In your doggy dreams, Beagle!

Wouldn’t that be pawsome?  Upon my return I’ll tell you all about it. Toodles for now!

*Disclosure: This is a sponsored post but is written by me (as you can probably tell).