And there it was ...gone!
Suddenly it was time. I was finally stepping onto the green carpet and I was going to judge at the worlds greatest dog show! So how did it feel?
Well in some ways it was a bit surreal. It was almost as If someone else was the judge and I was simply a spectator.
A number of old friends had turned up to visit Crufts, some of whom I had not seen for many years as well as some of my family many of whom were at their first dog show. The bull terrier ring was, as is usual at Crufts, several people deep, and I did feel a little nervous at first when I stepped out from the crowd. But as soon as the dogs came into the ring any nerves melted away and I found that I was able to concentrate easily on the task in hand.
The fact that dogs need to qualify for Crufts ensures that the entry is very different from any other show. Many of the earlier classes are filled with dogs that have not been shown at many shows during the year. Yet the later classes contain the more well known and more successful dogs, the champions and CC winners and the overseas dogs. This makes the judging task quite tricky as whilst there may be a significant gap in the quality from each class, each class contains many dogs of very even quality with not much separating them.
I could not help being aware of the importance of the occasion for all the exhibitors and handlers and therefore I was determined to make sure I did not make any mistakes or make any rash decisions’ that I may regret later. As a judge, once you have made a decision there is no way of going back and changing it.
My time in the ring went very quickly, it seemed that no sooner had I started than I had finished. Yet when I checked my watch yet I found that I took far longer to judge that than I would normally have expected too. This was partly because at Crufts the judge is required to write a report on each of the first 3 dogs in each class, whereas at most shows it only the first two dogs that are required. Also I found that because the ring was much larger than is usual at dog shows, the handlers were using all the available space to make sure that I got a good chance to study the dogs’ movement. In fact it was the ring that made the significant and noticeable difference in judging at Crufts. With the expanse of green carpet, the lights and TV cameras it certainly felt very special.
Then of course three were the dogs. I was lucky to have dogs from 10 different countries entered, 15 of which were Champions either here or abroad so there was no doubting the quality of the animals. Of course as a judge you have no idea which of the dogs are from overseas and the first indication is when you ask the exhibitor a question, perhaps “how old is your dog” or “can you please show me your dogs mouth?” and they look at you blankly, but I found that a few hand signals would quickly suffice.
So did I enjoy it? Absolutely! Judging good dogs is a great pleasure and despite the added pressure it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Would I do it again? Well as a specialist judge, it is highly unlikely that I will get a second opportunity, but I am seriously hoping to be back at Crufts next year- but this time as an exhibitor.
Now that is even MORE exciting…………
- Author:
- Bill Lambert
- Publisher:
- The Kennel Club
- Date:
- 14-Mar-08
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Congratulations to CH Jafrak Philippe Olivier; Crufts 2008 Best in Show winner, and to all other winners and contestants. A great show.
But with the show over, my day begins in apprehension. It’s the same every year; four days stuck in front of the telly, and Dad emerges with newfound enthusiasm for four-legged parenting.
Last year was the same. After watching the Heelwork to Music finals, he decided that we were both likely to be naturals, and enthusiastically set about devising a program consisting of dance, colour, sound and light fantastic; he even invented a name for us: The Doogie Boogies. I am a Lab/Staffy Cross; dancing is quite simply not in my blood. And as it turned out, neither was it in his. Forty five minutes into practice and thankfully he accepted that we both in fact have two left feet.
At least I have two right feet as well.
But this year begins a little more promising: the Agility has grabbed his attention and as a bit of a Tom Dog, I am a little more enthused about the task ahead: running, jumping - if we can just throw in a little stick chasing and we might be onto a winner.
I'm led to the start of the course he has fashioned in the back garden and I view the array of obstacles and equipment set out in front of me with some trepidation: a broomstick spanning two chairs, the dining room table which he refers to inexplicably as the ‘pause table’ and six traffic cones arranged in a line, about a foot each apart (I have a suspicion that there are some road works nearby to here that are no longer clearly marked). It’s a good start.
I decide to put my all into this. A quick ten-yard sprint and we tackle the first obstacle: the slightly tricky stick-across-the-chair. Easy. My short but muscular legs ensure no difficulties in running straight under it. Impressed, Dad brings me round for another five attempts and I again clear it every time.
Next the so called dining room Pause Table. Fearlessly I inspect the table top on hind legs: nothing; no food and no toys – no point in dispelling excessive energy jumping onto the table, but acknowledging the obstacle I circle the table at high speed numerous times.
On to the cones. I weave round the first two before picking up the scent of a cat on the third. This is The One. My strong Staffy jaws effortlessly grab the cone and it’s just mere seconds before it and me are safely on the other side of the garden under my favourite tree, cone in small bite-sized pieces. Mission Accomplished. Task Completed. Crack open the Chump.
I glance across at Dad. He gazes proudly back at me, hands on hips, silent and dumfounded. I share his thoughts:
Crufts, Agility 2009. Bring it on.
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