I've been watching a bit of Crufts this weekend and usually there's quite a few poodles around, not this time, practically no coverage (don't know what's happening but I hope I haven't gone out of fashion). I've always considered myself to be a pretty hip and happening sort of dog, trendy shaggy haircut and all that sort of thing (slightly grey and rather distinguished beard). It terrifys me to think I may no longer be where it's at.
The dog who won seemed like a decent enough sort (bit over primped for my liking, but I don't suppose that was his choice) and it sounds like he is being retired from the show ring and you know that can only mean one thing - Fabulous Willy is going to get TO USE his Fabulous Willy!!!!!!
I'm finding this recycling lark quite tiring, the humans gave me this to chew up into small pieces so they can use them to light the fire. The tube was a yard long when I started out and I can tell you it's jolly hard work. Okay I suppose I've had a bit of fun dragging it about and jumping on it so it rolls away, but on the whole it's just rip, rip, rip. Good job I've kept my knashers in good nick.