Sunday, September 7, 2014

Number Six

We went to the dog show.  He came sixth.  Our puppy who hadn't a clue what he was supposed to be doing, sat down and had a bit of a scratch then bounced about instead of walking nicely and tried to play with the other well behaved pups.  Useless.  But he won a rosette ... which he ate when he got home.  I now own the sixth best puppy in the world.  We are so proud.  There were only seven pups in the whole class.

I love things like that - local dog show.  It was fun and low key and all the dogs were nice and not growly and their owners were delightful.  We watched several events - puppies, seniors, young handlers (best dog with a child), greyhounds and we left at friendliest dog which looked a bit over subscribed.

And now he is exhausted.


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