The Place, not the Mood!!!!!!
again, and back to my winning ways!!
went to some show or other in Angers that’s apparently
in France. France is famous you know for being the home
of the French Barbet of which I belong to this wonderful
and illustrious breed of canine. In fact peeps I am THE
French Barbet to be seen with!!!
as you know I am not one for bragging and boasting and showing
off as to just how amazingly fantastic I am but I can’t
help it this time. Now I know I shy away from the press
and the cameras and autograph hunters preferring instead
to maintain my privacy, the paparazzi are kept at a distance
and to be fair they know how much I avoid publicity.
(here it comes) I have excelled this time and I have to
say that in Angers I was simply the best of the best of
the best. Now I already knew that of course, and when you
have a quiet, shy and retiring personality like mine then
it’s nice to see that the humans recognize my wonderfulness,
my gorgeousness and of course my general fabulousness.
see at this show – I won Best Dog and of course Best
in Breed……..am I good or am I gooder than that??
home on the hill, I got the boss (well she likes to think
she is) or rather I kindly allowed the boss to take this
rather splendid picture of me with my embarrassing rosette
(The Spins had a field day when they saw I won that) and
a nice little plaque. You can’t read it so I will
translate it for you!!
Barbet, the best of the best of the best French Barbet at
the Angers show 2014”
the small print says “Claude is the epitome of the
French Barbet, one day all Barbets will be like him”
(Except the females, because they are different and he’s
peeps it’s all true - I have not made up any of that!!!!!!!!
Honest ish, well maybe a little bit of it
how did all this come about I hear you ask me in your quaint
Eeenglish accents. Well, peeps I will tell you.
But first a warning to those of you of a nervous disposition
– there are references to human stupidity in the following
adventures – you have been warned!!
upon a time……..no sorry forget that bit
early start from the hill and down to my bosses friends
house to meet and greet and collect her as a companion,
I had Anouk with me so it was only fair I allowed the boss
to also have a friend to travel with.
far no problems!!
we travelled down to the Euro tunnel and as we arrived just
in time, we had a short (read non existant) tea break which
for the coffee drinker and the tea bag herself was utterly
stage left – human travel companion?
at the Euro tunnel passport control point the travel companion
(who will remain nameless, although she has in the past
been called the vertically challenged one!) took out said
passport and opened it for presentation to discover she
had her husband’s face looking up at her!!!
was a loud inhuman noise followed by a rapid trip to Le
of horrors………..oh no, here we go, and
it was obvious we were in slight trouble here.
I’m not one for stating the obvious but you would
think to check the passports first, BEFORE setting out on
a foreign trip, it’s not that difficult is it Annette
Euro tunnel official who had amazingly brought his brain
with him to work for this particular day (unlike someone
else we know) said with one of those ‘we know what
you are’ type of looks said “oh no problem,
just get your husband to scan a copy of your passport to
you and that’s enough to get you back into the UK”
I would have said “oh just get your husband to scan
half the passport so you can’t come back into the
at that thought if I’d have known what laughing was
that’s embarrassing enough isn’t it peeps. But
during the interim period we missed the train!! Oh such
we’re still in the UK
the Euro tunnel official (the one with the brain he brought
to work) came (yet again) to our rescue and put us on the
next available train. So now we really did have much joy!!
later in France………………
car humming along nicely as Subaru’s do of course
(Subaru if your reading this then you should sponsor me)
mainly because it’s a great car and secondly because
I also have four pad drive!! Win win…..non!!
enter stage right another Barbet owner friend - and one
with good communication skills who had told us that when
we got to Rouen we were to be aware that the ring road wasn’t
and it was closed and so follow the signs to Le Mans!!
get to Rouen – millions of traffic going slower than
a slow thing through the town center. No problem of course
as we are Eenglish and used to queues and waiting and going
slow – but, there were NO signs to Le Mans!!
Oh no, here we go again………….
to stay calm cool and collected in this strange foreign
environment was difficult and is not for the feint hearted
– although lay out in the back of the car Anouk and
I couldn’t careless!!!
were only disturbed when we heard the SatNav…….Avec
vous right at the next junction………
Voila!! On the road to Le Mans and just a week before the
24 heurs Le Mans race (another Audi 1st and 2nd) anyway
we hit the Mulsanne Straight where the class 1 race cars
will be doing well over 200mph, and what were we doing!!!
so to the hotel, which was easily found by the way, for
the evening and where room service delivered Pizza and salad
and the kettle was abused mercilessly. Anouk and I had munchies
as well but we get room service anyway whether we’re
at home or away!! It’s a tough life but we cope………
my boss (well she likes to think she is) and being typically
English then almost nearly but not quite could have moaned
about the very hot weather on show day – but just
when she was about to complain, didn’t – wonders
will never cease
so to the show………….I was of course
fantastique and never put a foot wrong. It won’t surprise
you to know that my handler (new title for the owner) was
not quite as good as me and this played to my advantage
as I really showed to my very best. Easy when you’re
as good as I am!!!
for your viewing pleasure I have some pictures to show you
of ‘Claude the fabulous’………..
won my class here and my handler was reasonably pleased!!!!
I’m waiting to go in for the challenge - Best of Breed
for Best of Breed, I’m fine!! But ‘she’
was tense and nervous
just chilling out in the shade with the Engleesh contingent.
Conversation looks lively doesn’t it???
Cue the song? “Coz I’m happy” etc
“Coz I’m happy” well ‘she’
is? This is me going for the Challenge Group 8, but got
nowhere? Ce le vie.
Barbet of Barbets? Who’s the man……Who’s
Happy smiley people…..In the middle is the Judge,
M. BRUN Laurent, terrific guy and I loved him!!! Human 5477
is my handler, owner and food supply source and on the left
is Wendy and a rather splendid example of a female Barbet………Hallie,
who won Best Bitch. A great day for the British Barbets
so for the journey back…………….
until we got to passport control where we had to pull over
to one side after trying to explain to the ‘officials’
the minor error with Annette’s passport. It took a
little time to sort out but it all ended happily ever after
with smiles and grimaces – but eventually they finally
let the illegal alien back in to the UK.
finally almost at the end, is this?
win here at The Championnat de France 2014, Angers pending
approval and confirmation from the French will hopefully
make me up to a French Champion.
it peeps and more of me on the Barbet news page.
revoir peeps until next time