Then I got my Champion's plaque from the Canadian Boxer Club.
My breeder, Barry, was holding it for me since an awards dinner held last month in Toronto. Plaques were given to all Canadian Boxers who became Champions in 2007, like my little ol' self.
Then tonight on my walk, guess what I found? That's right. A big stickeroo. For some reason, big sticks slip out of my mouth. So Mama held one end and I had my teeth in the other, and we walked through the streets like that. So many people were laughing because we were a funny-looking team.
Mama says I should wear pants.
I did the final leg of the trip home, somehow managing to keep the stick in my mouth by myself most of the time. When I got it to the back yard, I munched on it for a while, coughed up some wood chips, and tossed the rest of it onto my stick pile. My stick pile is growing by the day and as soon as it reaches a respectable size, we'll take a picture of it and show you. I figure that should be pretty near August or September... 2009.
Anyway, I was a proud and happy dog tonight, wearing my spif new collar and carrying my big new stick.