Wednesday, August 24, 2011
It's Speed Racer, um I mean, Gracie here. I've been "flying" around the back yard hunting rabbits that MOM has started calling me "Speed Racer".
I was talking to MOM the other day and SHE said the coonhound dog show is next week and if I was a good girl (I told HER that I am always good - but SHE just laughed???), I could go to the show and actually be a show dog.
I've been to this show (Autumn Oaks at Richmond, IN) a couple of times - once when I came home with MOM and last year when I came to look around. But, MOM said I was going to be a show dog at the show this year.
I LOVE being in shows. I get all kinds of people talking to me, petting me, having me walk for them (I always have my "strut" on), and looking at my teeth (MOM keeps reminding me that I am not to bite when the judge looks in my mouth). I like to see all the other coonhound pups there and talk to them about what they've been doing. After I show, MOM usually gives me a cookie and lots of scratches and pats and other people come around and pet me and tell me how pretty and good I am.
Travis said he likes to go to the shows but DOES NOT like to get up on the bench. I called him a chicken and we got into a fight and MOM made us get in our crates and we continued the fight thru the wires til MOM came in and stood in front of the crates til we stopped.
I can hardly wait to go. But, I have to have something called a bath before I go because MOM says I'm dirty. I don't know where SHE got this idea - my white areas are still white and my red spots are still red, and Travis says I don't stink.
Well, better go because the computer is typing weird, maybe I can say Travis caused it.
Bye for now.