Brilliant birthday yesterday, ending with a trip to the annual terrier racing at Yarcombe in Devon. Words cannot describe the sheer lunacy of this event. Terriers everywhere. Yapping, running, tussling. And that’s just those watching. The competing dogs had a somewhat eclectic approach to racing. One event had to restart because the terriers seemed more interested in chasing each other than the fake-rabbit lure. The second race was delayed because the winner of the first race refused to let go of the prize. It took a full five minutes of persuasion before he’d give it up.
Neither of our terriers got to run, sadly, as competition for places was fierce. But Stanley (below) was an enthusiastic spectator, and is now in training for next year’s races.
