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Thursday at the Siberian Husky Club of America National Speciality. Pardon us, but we are a little nervous. Today is our big day. Yep, today is Rescue Parade Day and five of us will be parading. Queen Natasha the Evil was brought into the family as an eight week old puppy, so is the only one of us who does not qualify as a rescue.
Since we should not be ringside during the other events (bad manners to distract the dogs focused on their important tasks), we dispatched our humans to take pictures of how we should behave. Apparently our humans need photography lessons:
Uh – a little early there, Dad
A little late there, Dad
Wait a minute. We don’t have to jump over anything? We just have to walk in a circle? How hard could that be. We decided instead to study these pictures in how to talk back to Dad in front of lots of people (No offense to anyone, but we love obedience and Sibes – a deadly combination and the bravest of competitors in our minds):
What do you mean? I don’t wanna.
Fine, I may come to you but I am going to protest the entire way
But I have been in down for as long as I want to
But this is down, right?
Oh, suddenly we think this could be a lot of fun today. If we totally embarrass Dad, do you think he will put it on the blog? He seems to have visions of Qannik peeing on a judges leg, or Cheoah doing the Death Scream, or Rusty – well, being Rusty.
If you hear a roar of laughter mid-day, we will have achieved a masterful feat!
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