Little Guy Says No To Prissy Dogdom

Little Guy climbed into the recliner beside Gran to watch the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. Gran loves to watch the dog show but Little Guy has never seen one before.

Wow! Little Guy's eyes widened as he saw the arena and lots of people in the audience. Some lady in a long dress walked around. All the dogs looked different. They looked downright prissy.

"Gran, that dog has a bow in her hair," Little Guy said.

"I know, Little Guy," Gran said. "She wants to look her very best for the show."

"So maybe she can win the competition," he asked.

"Well, that's certainly what she wants," Gran said.

"What does she get if she wins," he asked.

"Lots of attention," Gran replied. "This is the most important dog show in the world. It is the best of the best."

"Oh, that would be so exciting. My Mama thinks I'm the best," Little Guy said. He thought a minute. "Well, at least I'm the best along with Sunshine. Mama doesn't have favorites 'cause we are both her babies."

Gran hugged him close.

"I could be a show dog, Gran," Little Guy told her. He lifted his chin up. "See, I could strut around and look prissy."

"You sure could, Little Guy," Gran told him.

"Look at that poodle, Little Guy," Gran said. "See that bouffant white hair."

"I bet that takes a long time to brush," he said. "What happens if she gets dirty? I bet her Mama wouldn't like that at all."

Gran laughed. "I doubt she gets a chance to get dirty. Her Mama probably doesn't let her go too far from her side."

"You mean she doesn't get to hunt or count cows or roll around in the grass?"

Gran shook her head. "Probably not."

Little Guy watched the dog lift her head and prance around the ring.

"I don't want to be a show dog, Gran," he said. "I wouldn't like to have to stay clean all the time. I don't want to be a prissy dog after all."

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