Poor Grace.

Every year I've been nagged to take her to the dog show. Its only a local one and the judges are just vets etc but this year I decided to go, just for fun.

She rarely goes out on a lead, so I attached hers to the harness and  round her neck, just in case she saw a cat and bolted onto the main road.
 It was about an hour's walk down to the town square and she behaved perfectly well until we reached the lighthouse. After that she began weaving.After a littlethought, I cottoned on it was because up to the light house, she "knew" the way becuase I go that way on my morning walk. 
So we weaved our way down the the square and waited our turn, which turned out to be several hour.s 
There was loud music, loads of dogs,  and by the time her turn came to walk the dog walk she  was stressed out, wouldn't walk straight sniffed all the pee on the carpet and refused to stand in front of the judges.

That the heck, it was only a bit of fun anyway. 

PS I have reralized that I am rapidly losing my Eglish  spelling skills. Italian spelling logic has taken over. I've decided not to worry about it. Please forgive me.