BIG SAM RALLY - DOG COMPETITION
Got to ride the tram today into center field.

Dad entered me in the BISCUIT BALANCE COMPETITION.
This category requires skill and concentration. Not like some of the other categories. For example:

SWIMSUIT - Please. I'm a dog. Not a doll.
OWNER LOOK ALIKE - How would Mom do it? Pin her ears back the night before, so they'd flop over in the oh-so-attractive way mine do (or so I'm told).
MUSICAL CHAIRS - We only dance to Hip-Hop. Not the cheesy- "Who Let the Dogs Out"

DAD'S BEEN WORKING WITH ME
Believe me. I've held that biscuit a good long time. I learned to - wait for it, wait for it--Then with a quick move- toss it - eat it.

PLAN- BRING THE COMPETITORS TO THEIR KNEES.
I entered the stage, head held high. Posing for photographs. Figured I'd be signing autographs later.
Dad whispered words of encouragement.
Ah, but.....The treats they brought out smelled so heavenly. My nose never inhaled such yummy richness.
Suddenly, the treat was on my nose, Dad's trying to focus my attention. But, oh, that smell.
I had to have a taste.
So.... I came in second to last.

MOM SAID
Like an Olympic athlete, I peaked too soon.

TONIGHT I'LL DREAM
Of those unbelievable smelly treats.