On Sunday we headed to Muirhouse farm (near Hall of Caldwell) for its charity open day. The attractions included a have-a-go agility course, some show jumping and the intriguingly named “horse and hound” competition.
The agility was held in a poorly lit, sand floored barn so I couldn’t get any pictures, but our two Beaglets loved it. They had about five goes each; the first four were on lead but the last round was running free. That last go obviously was the most exciting, I say “obviously” because about half way round Beanie couldn’t contain herself any more and broke away to do a quick victory lap of the barn before returning to Susan to complete the course. Apart from that little excursion she did great, and Biggles didn’t let the side down either. There was no victory lap from him, but then he didn’t need one; earlier he’d dug down deep into the floor of the barn and uncovered a substantial lump of horse poo. It’s always nice to find horse poo lying around, but when you uncover it via a bit of adhoc opencast mining, it’s even better.
Outside, the initially dull and wet conditions gave way to sun and blue sky just as the show jumping started. Since the riders were mostly youngsters none of the jumps were at any great height, but still it was lovely to see such fine looking horses doing their thing.
Just when we thought the action had finished and we were about to head off, it started up again. This time however, after completing one round on horseback, the riders hurriedly dismounted and went off on a further round on foot accompanied by a dog. Finally we’d found out what the “horse and hound” competition was all about!
Round one – on horseback
Round two – shanks’ pony plus dog
It’s worth noting that these two things – riders on galloping horses and running dogs – are two things almost guaranteed to start a Beagle bayathon, but today our two hounds stayed remarkably quiet. Maybe this long exposure to horses, running dogs and humies has finally desensitized them a bit, though only time will tell. It certainly tired them out though; when we got home they had their tea, clambered onto our sofas and went comatose for several hours.
Two contented sleepy Beagles, two sand-covered sofas, one quiet afternoon!