It’s Sunday evening, and two very tired Twins are recuperating from their first AKC dog show in Des Moines, Iowa. Because they wanted to tell you all about it themselves, I gave in and said they could say a few words about their first Dog Show Adventure. If you know anything about Boxers, you know that they can be very persuasive until they get their own way. Against my better judgement…here are The Twins.
Muffy: I am going to go first and tell you all about my very first dog show, because I am the girl and I am smarter.
Brody: But I’m bigger, and I went into the ring first, so I want to talk first. MOM….Muffy is being mean to me again, just like she was to all of the other boy Boxers in the motel room!!!Me: Muffy, be a big girl, and let Brody be the alpha dog today!
Brody: Thanks, Mom! I got to go into the ring first on both Saturday and Sunday. Mom…why do they call it Saturday when Michelle the Handler wouldn’t let me sit in the ring? And why was it called Sunday when it rained all day? Anyway, I got to go into this big circle called a ring. There were other little boy puppies there. I wanted to play with them, but Michelle wouldn’t let me. On “You-Can’t-Sit-Day”, there was a man in the ring. I think he’s called a “Judd”.
Muffy: No he’s not, Brody. You don’t know anything. A “Judd” is a woman who sings country music. There are two of them. Mom and I watched them on Oprah when I was helping her distress cards.
Brody: MOM!!! Muffy said I don’t know anything. Those people in the ring with us, they are too called Judds, aren’t they Mom!
Me: Well, Brody-boy, you are very close, sweetie! They are called “judges”. You had two judges. A man on “You-can’t-sit day” and a woman on “Rainday”.
Brody: Oh, no! I remember learning about “Stranger Danger” and “Good Touch-Bad Touch”! But he touched me all over, and then he had the nerve to look in my mouth! And Michelle let him do it. I stood really still though, because Michelle was feeding me stuff my Mom doesn’t let me have, like Ham and Liver and Hot Dogs. Oh, no…MOM…was I eating other dogs???
Me: No, Brody. Hot dogs are made from…well…uh…something with hooves. But, Brody, they are not made from “dogs”. You weren’t being a cannibal.Brody: Whew…I didn’t want to be a can of bull! Anyway, after the strange man touched me, I had to “gait”, which meant that I couldn’t just walk, but I couldn’t run either. It was kind of fun. People clapped, and so I did this little prance. And then they clapped more, because I was cute…
Muffy: No you weren’t! You’re not cute! You’re ugly. I heard Mom say so. She said you just look like some big brown ugly thing with a gorgeous head…
Brody: MOM!!!! Muffy is saying I’m not cute and that you said I was ugly!
Me: Oh, sweetie! Mommy did say your head was gorgeous, and you know that Michelle said that we needed to work on building up your muscles. Muffy Lin…quit saying hurtful things to your brother!
Muffy: Oh, just let me talk, Brody. You are taking way too long to tell the story. OK…So Brody won his class on Saturday and he won his class on Sunday, and he beat some other boy dogs. Big whoop! They were boy dogs…and everybody knows that boy dogs are stinky and have fleas. People want to hear about me…I am the perfect, pretty puppy with the awesome Boxer booty! I am the J-Lo of Dogdom! No…with my Boxer bottom, I am the Kim Kardashian of Kanines! I am beautiful! Everyone loves to look at meeeee!
Brody: MOM…Muffy’s doing it again! Make her stop!
Me: Twins! That’s enough! Go take a nap like good dogs!


Well, to make a long story short, both of the Twins won their classes both days. Brody did have other little boy puppies in the ring with him. Muffy was the only one in her class. If Muffy were telling the story, she would tell you that all the rest of the little girls were scared off by her beautiful looks! But that’s Muffy for you! Until next time…


