Dylan Struts His Stuff

Having slept through most of Crufts, Dylan suddenly decided he was a much better looking doggie than any of those other pampered pooches. He decided to use the garden as the main ring in practice for next year’s event.

“Look at my fine tail, my fine stance, my fine colouring AND I have a lozenge spot. I’m pedigree through and through”

I brought him down to earth by pointing out his scruffy outlook on life, his permanent red eyes and a pink muzzle ruled him out of the village hall competition, let alone the pinnacle of dog beauty shows.

He borrowed a term from Roz, HUMPH!

Mind he was soon back snuggling with me on the sofa, pleased to know I wouldn’t be grooming him into fame and fortune.