This is all of us Regulus dogs again ... this time we are all tied to the bench. Mom says it's because it's a Bench Show. Most shows we just show up, run around the ring, some old judge person checks us out (and I mean thoroughly) and then we go home. At a bench show, we sit and sit and then we sit some more. Lots of people come by. Some of them are little. I particularly liked one little blonde girl who tried to sit on the bench with me. When she tried to lay down with me, I thought I was going to get to keep her so I kept licking her and threw my paws around her, but Mom made her get up, and I had to let go. Dang - she tasted so good, too. Anyway, there were lots of people. I met some people who sat down in wheelchairs and Mom let me get off the bench so they could pet me, too. I liked just about everyone I met. Some people said I was beautiful. I liked the treats the most though. (I am the one on the brown cushion.)
