Sunday morning, and no rowing. So instead I dragged Mark for an hour to Horspath (he measured it later as 6.5 miles), so he could do a cross country race . He left me tied up by the HRR tent - I was most indignant and yipped loudly as they all ran off - while he raced; but at least lots of people came up to me and stroked my tummy. Mark left me with a bowl of water and a bone, but I wasn't very interested in that. He came back very muddy, but seemed pleased with his result; we had to wait ages at the end for his Vet50 gold medal, and Vet team silver medal. There were quite a few other dogs there, and I tried to make friends with all of them.
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