
Well seeing as she showed me up rotten in the bree class, jumping up, messing about over teeth, and squirming about while being gone over, and pinching bait as if starved for a week (having been an Angel until the moment we stepped in the ring) I think 2nd place and £7 quid was good going. She was only a bit fidgety for Mr Flye, who said it was my fault feeding the bait the whole time, by then I thought it was the only way to keep four feet on the ground, lol, almost embarasing to admit she is a Champion, and supposed to be all grown up at 3 1/2. I think we got the names mixed up. Yours should be Eliksyr and mine Head Case :D :D
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Oops I think it is me that tis the head case. The above scenario refers to THREE COUNTIES on Thursday!