Newshound Ady & Flo www.sunlive.co.nz

The week started well, with a trip to the rugby.

The boss decided I needed some socialisation on the lead, so we tripped over to Rotorua to mingle on the field and watch the grandchild, now aged 11, and is the size of the sky tower.
'Lofty”, we'll call him, b'cos he sure towers above me, and grannie better watch her step, he's catching up fast. Lofty was selected for the rep team to play in the Ellis Shield. The day started well, with me finding a nearly whole sausage that had fallen out of someone's buttered bread. Fearing that some poor rugby fan would stand on it and slip over, I picked it up and carried it in my mouth, until I found somewhere more appropriate to put it - which happened to be my stomach. It's still there, as far as I know, and not causing anyone any problem. Score for the Labrador!
Just call it my contribution to community service – ‘Safer Communities Together'.
Then the day just got better, with Lofty's team winning the first match by a couple of tries, the next by one try. Despite the ref making a dog's breakfast of the timing, cutting the first half short by 10 minutes and then deciding to add 10 minutes to the second half – so our lads had to play three quarters of the game into the wind – they still won by a try. Result!
And the under 13s kicked butt too, so the Western boys retained the shield. Hip hooray. They all celebrated with more bread and sausages. But none of them
were dropped.