We used to love watching the Crufts agility Fly Ball competition on TV, but had to stop as our dog, Barney, wanted to join in.
Bless him, he would sit up and take notice of all the commotion and excitement, then realise there was a ball to be chased when it bounced out of the trap and the competing dog missed it. Barney charged the telly, dashing behind it in search of the ball. Luckily it was on a table rather than free-standing, so nothing went flying, except his tail wagging like crazy even though his efforts to find the ball proved fruitless.
The picture is a snap shot I’d taken that we had put on canvas when he died in 2005.
It was on our wardrobe door on the boat, and is now hanging in the lounge over one of the settees.