The last dog show we were at with our own Saints was April 18th in Springfield, Mass. We entered Polly because she was looking damn good after her coat came back in from blowing it after the puppies were born. We were also having pipe dreams thinking she may actually LIKE the show ring, but that did not happen. But, hey we tried. And she was a good sport, for the most part. Polly took Best of Opposite. For my readers who don’t know what that means, it means the Best of Breed was won by a male and Polly, a female (or bitch to us) was the “opposite”, and therefore the best female there. If a female had won breed, first we would all fall off our rockers, then we would all go “Huh?”, because, more often than not, males win the breed. But IF that had happened, the Best of Opposite would go to the best male entered. Got it? Good.
But the real story is that we brought Brogan over with us. I, myself, had doubts about bringing him. He’s an untrained puppy on an untrained lead (meaning ME, I was to be his keeper). Donna ended up with him for awhile and I walked him all around. The big shit did pretty well, better than I had expected! But judging was running really late that day. And the poor thing was exhausted, as you can tell.
And, I don’t think he was really impressed yet. Tail hanging in the ring and all, he didn’t even watch judging! He just slept at Donna’s feet, content as can be, tired from a full day of attention. And his momma looked her best in a long time.
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