It was the best of shows. It was the worst of shows. It was the age of puppy wisdom, it was the age of puppy foolishness, it was the epoch of one puppy's belief, it was the epoch of one puppy's incredulity. Two tired puppies returned home from Jefferson, Wisconsin. One happy...one sad! Here's their story!
Me: OK, Twins! Who wants to talk about their show this weekend!
Brody: I will! I will! Can I go first? Huh? Can I, Mom?
Me: Brody, you seem very excited. What do you want to tell Mom's friends?
Brody: I beat my sister! I was named Best of Breed Puppy on Friday! And then on Sunday, I was the Preserved Weiner.
Muffy: That's Reserve Winner, you idiot.
Me: Muffy Lin! Let your brother finish!
Brody: Oh, yeah! I was the Reserve Winner and I beat out other big boy dogs. I got to have my picture taken with the judd twice. Once for being Best Puppy, and once for being the Reserve Winner on Sunday. That was fun!
Me: You did an excellent job, Brody! You looked very handsome in the ring Sunday! How about you Muffy? Do you want to talk today?
Muffy: NO! I don't want to!
Me: Why not Muffy? You always love talking to Mom's stamping friends.
Brody: She doesn't want to because she was a loser this weekend.
Me: Brody! That's enough! Do you remember how badly it made you feel when Muffy called you a loser?
Brody: I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry you didn't win like I did, Muffy.
Me: What's wrong, Muffin?
Muffy: I'm so sad, Momma. I didn't win first all three days. I always win first.
Brody: I saw Muffy show, Mom. Michelle the Handler said she had "ants". And then I heard her say that Muffy was a bad dog because the ants made her not stand still.
Me: I think you mean she was "antsy", Brody. Michelle said Muffy was having some issues in the ring.
Brody: Why did Muffy need tissues in the ring, Mom? Remember when Muffy got into the whole box of tissues that Dad left on the floor by the bed when he had his cold? Boy, was Dad mad!
Me: Issues, Brody...not tissues!
Muffy: But I always win, Momma! That other girl dog who beat me never beats me, and she beat me two out of three times this weekend. Didn't these judges know I was the Winner, and Best of Winner and Best of Opposites on both Saturday and Sunday last week. What's wrong with these judges!
Me: Muffy, you must always be on your best behavior in the show ring or you are not going to win. You can't rest on your laurels.
Brody: Who's Laurel, and why can't we rest on her, Mom? I love to rest on people.
Me: What I mean is that you can't rely on your past achievements. It's a bitter pill to swallow, but hopefully you have learned a lesson from this.
Brody: Mom, we don't have to swallow bitter pills, remember. You bought those yummy pill pockets to put our medicine in when we are sick. I love them. They taste yummy. Can I have a pill now, Mom?
Muffy: I'm sorry, Momma. I wanted to win so badly for you this weekend. Do you still love me even when I don't win?
Me: Oh, Muffy! I love both you and Brody regardless of whether you win or lose.
So there you have it! Brody had a fabulous show. It was the best of times for him. He was named Best Boxer Puppy on Friday and he was the Reserve Winners Dog on Sunday. At his age, both were awesome wins for him. As for Muffy, it was the worst of times, in her book. Michelle will be giving her some extra lessons in standing still!
Of course, I always fall behind on dog show weekends. So, here's to catching up! Until next time...