Mom and I went to a dog show today. A real dog show. Mom says I was a trial. But that she can't fault me for being a Lassie.
We went into the ring. Mom was happy. I was happy.
Then I heard anger. I smelled anger. I smelled a scared dog. I smelled an angry man. I smelled an upset woman. They were behind the bushes.
I forgot to sit when Mom stopped. I was busy smelling the anger.
Mom told me to Heel and I heeled. But I was worried. I forgot to sit again because we were even closer to the angry man.
Was the angry man going to leap out of the bushes at Mom?
I managed to pay attention to Mom. But when she left me and walked across the ring, the anger got louder and smellier.
Mom called me.
And I ran past Mom. I ran under the tapes. I stopped in the right place to protect Mom.
I stood and listened to Mom with one of my ears and listened to the angry man with my other one. I wasn't going to let him come near us.
Mom called me again and I came to her.
Mom said I was a good Lassie. The Judge said Too Bad, Really Too Bad.
Mom said I Not Quited in Obedience but Qualified in all things Lassie.
Mom said if I hadn't run off, I might have had a run-off. For a blue ribbon. But she wasn't sad. She was proud.
And Mom says tomorrow is another day.