The day after my first birthday, my Mom said
we were going to California to a "Specialty". Once at the hotel,
I could see that "Specialty" meant nothin but yorkies everywhere I looked.
Well, Mom bathed and brushed and combed my hair
and put my red bow in my topknot
and made me feel so handsome I sure felt like struttin
and showin off. We went down to the Ballroom and we walked around
the ring lots of times and I just kept on struttin until finally
I was the only yorkie in the ring.... The judge,
Mr Michael Dougherty, had decided I was
not only the Senior Sweeps Winner but also
the Grand Sweepstakes Winner.
Well, lots of people there started clapping and
saying really nice things and
Mom was hugging me and people were hugging Mom
and me and taking pictures
and it was all really really exciting and Mom was
sure proud of me.
Then another judge, Mr. Roger Hartinger, in the
"regular" classes decided I should be the Reserve Winners Dog and
Mom says that's a really good thing at a Specialty.
The judges gave me some pretty neat ribbons at
the show and I tried to take one of
my ribbons to play with and Mom took it away from
me. People can sure be weird.
If I won them and they are mine why can't I play
with them?
I bet she's going to put them up on the wall at
home so I can't reach them. Not Fair.
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