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Phew! We're just back from our trip to Bunbury, and it was WELL worth it! Fionni showed his little heart out for a change (Dooley aka Mr Do It Little has NOTHING on Fionni when he's having a sulky setter moment, Willem!) and we came away with:

- Best of Breed

- Best Exhibit in Group

- Best Intermediate in Group

- Best Intermediate in Show; AND

- Runner Up Best Exhibit in Show!!

To top it off, my friend's lovely Weimy girl won Best Baby in Group! So…

Fionni won Best Intermediate in Group at last night's Australia Day show! Go Fionni!

What a late night too - we didn't get home until nearly 2am. It's very hard to ask a dog to hang around for general specials until after midnight, then expect them to be "on their game" in the ring. The general specials ring looked very weary! The general specials judge didn't look at ANY gun dogs, so it was a long wait for nothing in the end...but we were very glad that he took out his class in…

Well, it's been a big week for Fionni so far. First show of the year on Saturday. Then Monday night was his first retrieving lesson (well, first in two years...but I don't think the one training day he had in 2005 aged 15 weeks really counted...). He was a natural - although he did spend most of the session showing his suave manly moves to a rather lovely Flat-Coat Retriever bitch (for "suave manly moves" read "rolling around on his back and squealing like a girl"). Apparently, dogs have it…

Well, the first show for 2008 has been and gone. My two were the only two Irish entered. Fionn got Best of Breed, and Maisy was bitch CC. Fionn was definitely in "sulky setter" mode, and skulked his way around the ring until the last lap when Glenn pulled a handful of sausage out of his pocket and thrust it in Fionn's face. Oh, the joy! Oh, the rapture! The bloody dog wouldn't keep four feet on the ground after that...

Suffice to say, he didn't go any further hehehe...but RUBIG went…

As this is my first blog, I really planned to write something spectacular. However, it was just a normal, boring day for my doggies. Me and OH at work (yay - why the human race evolved to THAT as our existence beats me); a bit of a walk; a bit of a game, and the dogs can tick another boring day off their "my parents aren't lotto-winners yet and so we're still latchkey dogs" calendar. That was...until about 30 minutes ago, when Maia heard that most magic of all words..."Bath-time!" (Okay, the…