The scheduled judge has the flu so a replacement was named, but somehow that fell through, and Don Rogers judged Cardis. So guess who the other male special was — Powell. Sherri came to the little local show weekend with a couple of Sweeps entries, an open dog, an open bitch, and Powell. The Open Dog was Winners Dog, Powell was Best of Breed, and Chase just looked handsome. The only problem Wendy had with Chase was that he does a perfect front — absolutely straight, close in. Afterward I reminded her that she has to say “Stand”. I swear I had warned her about those straight sits. So, we’ll go back tomorrow and maybe get a look.
Since the entry was supported, we each got a goodie bag. Chase’s bag had a Zanies squeaky tennis ball sheep-looking thing which he squeaked all the way home (an hour and fifteen minutes due to construction). I’ve rolled it under the couch to give myself a break. I’ll get it back out in a little while.
Our puppies were waiting for us — barked and yapped when we came in. They’ve learned that when they hear a fork clinking against glass (it’s a big measuring cup), they are going to eat so raise a serious ruckus. They’re awfully cute. One of the breeders at the show told me he just had a litter of only two boys, one of them a mismark. I thought it was odd to have two matching litters in the same city. Don’t you?