I was carted off in the motorised cabin to prance to music again. I gather we were a bit late leaving and when we arrived it turned out that they were running 20 minutes ahead of time. I was quickly bundled into the warm up where I puffed round for a bit, and the next thing I know, I was in the big arena and being expected to dance to 'Happy' music. Her friend said I looked befuddled, and She wanted to know why I didn't want to go forward and why I kept feeling the urge to stick my nose in the air. Well, life just isn't that simple.
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To her dismay, the music didn't play back as it should and there were a number of unexpected pauses.
To make matters worse, She had made an emergency purchase of carrots from the corner store and they were a) not organic and b) very bendy. I had to insist on having the mint flavoured treats instead.
Anyway, we survived but I think She has decided that we won't be going to the Regional Championship after all.
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