I watch bits of it, but not the whole lot avidly, not really my thing anymore.
That Flat Coat who won this year, is the first time I have seen a dog look really happy in the ring, his old tail never stopped wagging.
Not so with that poor Toy Poodle who’s ridiculous exagerrated hair style would never allow him to be able to lead an ordinary life out of the ring.
Years ago, one of the dog training clubs I used to belong to, used to run a coach down to Crufts each year - that was when it was still held in London. We used to know some of the dogs/handlers in the obedience ring, so it was quite fun to go and cheer them on, but never been the slightest bit interested in the breed rings.
I agree with Sheba about all the poncing the poor dogs up, combing and re-combing, walking a certain way, no barking, and making them stand without any objection to a perfect stranger groping about, feeling whether the boys ‘privates’ are both present or not! Then after all that, being shut back up in a cage or tied up on a bench for another few hours. Then stuck in another cage in the car, driven home, just to go through the same the next day. No wonder two of them pee’d and poo’d in the ring today, poor thing must have been desperate to go out.
I have always felt it is more about prestige for the owners, than it is about the dogs, plus a few good wins/champions on a pedigree commands a better price for their stud fees.
Another thing I don’t agree with is, the so-called ‘Working Dogs’ section.
To me, working dogs should be judged on their ability to work, not how pretty they look!
My betting is not one of those ‘workers’ have ever done a days work in their life.
It’s a bit like hiring a perfect looking Cook, who wouldn’t know how to boil an egg!
The Flyball dogs, and the Agility dogs, are so different. These dogs usually love every minute of what they are doing and have brilliant rapport with their owners. They aren’t MADE to do it, they are genuinly having fun, and loving their day out. Very different do the breed rings IMO.
Ah well, that’s it for another year . . .