We have my "Auntie Glenda" to credit with my win. Auntie Glenda is a VERY good friend of my human's. And I quite like her - and although she is a professional dog groomer, I don't hold that against her. She took one look at me when I walked in the arena and said that my human is NEVER allowed to TOUCH shears of ANY kind and approach me. She had to work on me for about an HOUR to fix the mess my human made. Oopsie. And then, Auntie Glenda also showed ME in the pageant - because my human had to show Velcro dog. Before we went in the ring, I was a TAD wild. A bit like a bucking bronco. But when I step into that ring, I put on my game face - and give it all I have. Auntie Glenda said she loves showing me - because I go in there like I own the ring.
I was rooting for Velcro dog in the Group ring, but alas, no big ribbon for him. I think the judge wasn't wearing his glasses.
After the Group judging, we left the show and went to the waterfront in Lunenburg, the town where the show was being held. We took photos in front of the famous sailing ship- the Bluenose (which is depicted on the Canadian dime) and while my human was shooting photos of us, other people were also taking photos of us. I guess all that grooming made us look pretty cute. The picture of sweetness and handsomeness, until some terrier went by and we both decided for NO good reason that we wanted to kill him. We must have seen a gazillion dogs at the show and never paid much attention to anyone. But the ruckus we made - well my human was ready to toss us into the harbor. Despite our moment of temporary insanity, we WERE well behaved otherwise - and lots of people took our photos. When tourists asked what breed we were -my human said we were rare "Nova Scotia Lobster Catching Dogs. " Just kidding. She said we were PONs. Except for the first person who asked after our barking outbreak. She told that guy we were Goldendoodles.
© Linda Wozniak
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