Go Grasshoppers!

We should've been at High Peak show today but the weather cancelled it as the showground was flooded. Disappointing for us but must be even more so for the organisers who put so much effort into these things. Damn British weather! Actually I think we've been pretty lucky so far this year.

Yesterday Billy was flyballing anyway - at a nice venue (Norfolk Park) in Sheffield. Our team - Greeny Grasshoppers: Dancer, Flynny, Dylan, Billy Woof and Jess, ran really well together and we won our division!! First time we've had a 'first' - a few 'seconds' before but this time we did it :o) & we even got individual trophies as well as rosettes - presented in memory of a dog called Mist - don't know who Mist was but will find out, and I thought sponsoring the trophies was such a nice way to pay tribute to a departed doggy. The park was super and we had some fun walks through the day too.

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At home last night some fireworks were going off in the distance. Billy and Maisie went straight into panic mode, but then something ace happened. Tim went to the door and woofed at the noise and then came back and started some distraction therapy. He chewed Maisie's ankles and prodded her till she gave in and actually played with him and forgot about the noise! & Billy was distracted too as he had to busy himself grumbling at the pups for playing (bless him) and everyone calmed down very quickly. I'm not sure whether this will work when the real firework season comes at full volume but I'm really hopeful that Tim might be a brave and calming influence?? He's also woofed at thunder. Very strange that a boy with such bat ears should be less noise phobic than the others ;o)