Tag: dog

It was Byron’s grand dog show début today.

We made it bright and early (!) to the Automnales and got setup. We met Frédérique, the breeder we got Byron from, and she was very happy to meet the boy.

She was supposed to show him for us, as we have no idea what we were doing, but Byron had other plans. He got a little bit nervous when he couldn’t see us and decided to splat and nope, so I had to be brave and show him.

In the end, the boy placed last, but with an “excellent” mention. The comments were generally positive, except that he’s possibly too tall and his babines a bit too floppy. His bones, ears, eyes, nose, teeth and gait are all good, but his knees are apparently still a bit wobbly.

I’m the end, he didn’t hump anyone and was super zen around all the other dogs. He didn’t seem fazed by all the noise and commotion, everyone loved him and heaped lots of praise on him and his behaviour. We always said we’d get him a miss congeniality ribbon, but Anna had the best idea when she declared him lord congeniality.

The flip side of bed hog is cuddle bug. Several times a night, and every morning, the chonk will come on the bed and flomp on us – sometimes just to check in, most often he’ll stay for a while until we either push him off or he goes on his own. Morning cuddles are a bit different though. He knows we’re awake so he’ll come on the bed, flomp, and sigh contently. Big sighs. Then he’ll start snoring.

I mean, come on!!

Sometimes Byron’s head is too heavy with all the thoughts he has on world events, so I need to give him a hand.