This past Saturday I rounded up the whole family and made them go to a dog show with me. Why, you ask? Well, I am a sucker for a dog. Any type of dog, purebred or rescue, it doesn't matter.
Watching the dogs in the show ring is fun, but I always like the backstage area where you can get up close and personal with dogs and owners alike.
A lot of grooming goes on here and if you like the smell of wet dog, you are in luck.
All shapes and sizes were represented when we we there.
It goes on for four days and dogs from surrounding states come to compete.
Not only were dogs being groomed, but there were puppies to pet. Wheaten puppies, to be precise. They were too busy, their photos turned out blurry.
Rescue groups were there finding homes for dogs and there was even a pet psychic/communicator.
Three rings of agility competition were going on and we watched for about an hour. One little dog wasn't having any of it and grabbed one of the cones and starting running around the ring. When he would stop, the handler would get close, and the dog would zoom off again. Great fun for the audience, but I am sure the handler didn't care for it!
"Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen."