Re Zoe Williams’s article (I loved the Crufts dog show – apart from Clare Balding and the winner who was 50% cat, 11 March), as a mediocre dog show veteran with a wirehaired vizsla who specialised in becoming a slumped sack of potatoes every time the judge even looked at her, I can live and relive every agonising moment of Crufts for which my dog miraculously once qualified.
Hours of TV coverage, many involving Clare Balding asking inane questions in endless boring sofa chat, with no time at all on the actual breed rings where the real work goes on. It’s as if football matches were constantly interrupted by human-interest stories about the players’ hobbies or good works with orphans, while the goals are happening off screen. Lovely whippet, but everyone knows that the jack russell and the papillon were the real stars.
Susan Hemmings
London
