Only fifty miles on a beautiful clear morning and even so I was late. (Of course the cup is empty; what did you expect?)
These springers were in the wrong ring at the wrong time, according to the program, but that's what being late gets you.
I was looking for poodles, though, and eventually they turned up:
Not the size I was looking for, but still.
There were plenty of dogs outside the rings, too:
This Bassett was relaxing before entering the ring.
Photographing the photographer, I had serious Hat Envy, especially as I'd left mine beside my lunch on the kitchen counter:
I gave up waiting for standard poodles to show, and went home for a very late lunch, through beautiful country that I don't travel through often enough, not stopping to take many pictures.