In return he got lots of positive attention and experience AND he got a lot of yummy chicken!
|Kipling returns victorious from his day at the dog show - with his bag of chicken.|
|Suspension? Yeah, We've got that.|
|And Kippie how did you do on your first day of dog shows?|
|The boy can MOVE!|
And for the second day:
|Deanna asks Kipling to hold his ribbon.|
And because it's too cute not to share, the boys patiently? waiting for their dinner to be ready Saturday night:
|Suppers? Yeah, we's wants some....Peaz?|
Oh and poor Teller just couldn't understand why we got up at the crack of dawn, drove a long way down and he didn't get to do anything. I thought for sure he'd be WILD Saturday night without getting to work at all, instead (and I do try not to anthropomorphise canine emotions) there was significant moping. Kipling crashed pretty hard after a couple of chewies and Teller - pouted.