Dear Momma Julie,
I had a big adventure this weekend: I went to my first obedience trial. I had been to one “fun match” before, where I had a lot of fun running around the building, so earlier this month I overheard my human saying that I would not be going to an obedience trial (whatever that is) until my brain arrived from backorder. But after last week she changed her mind, and decided that we should try to give you some good news, so we went. Yesterday I shocked the human and took first place in a Novice class. Then, this morning, I decided that these events should be fun: on the heel-free exercise, I took off on the first step and ran around the ring as fast as I could, twice, and then headed out to look for somebody else who wanted to play. I managed to get in a quick circuit before she caught me—and then I rolled over on my back, waved my feet in the air, and nibbled on her shoelaces. Everybody said I was adorable, but she still hauled me back to my crate and left me.
There was another chance this afternoon, and I was tired, distracted, and in need of amusement, but thanks to a very kind judge, I have a new title. Now I am
U-CD Alta-Tollhaus Octavian
I know it was not an Olympic performance, but I want to dedicate my title, or at least my one first-place ribbon, to my mum Allie. The human says she knows my mum was just rolling her eyes the whole time I was in the ring, but I want you to know that I did try. It isn’t my fault that I am still a junior-high nerd with a brain on backorder.
I love you, Momma Julie.