For those who show dogs or have been to a dog show,  you can relate to this.

Ever wonder what a dog inside the show ring is thinking, when his owners are double handling outside the ring?

My mom and dad, standing quietly by this roped off area with me and suddenly I get pulled away inside the ropes by this strange guy who they call my handler. He takes me away from them and makes me stand funny and another strange man, or sometimes a woman, walks up to me and stares at me, then rips my mouth open, slides their hand down my back and the most embarrassing thing happens after they lift my tail…I can’t bring myself to tell you what thy reach down and grab, in public no less! How humiliating! Then my handler lets me walk away from what he calls the judge, but brings me right back in front of him…but I see my mom better now. She is making funny noises and waving at me. Gee, she looks funny jumping up and down. Maybe she wants to play, but wait….my handler is pulling me away and we are running in circles. I see my dad now. He is running away from me and calling me, but my handler tightens up the leash and pulls me back to him and keeps running. Now mom is calling and running around…she’s yelling at dad now…wait…she’s calling me. No dad is calling. Which way do I go? My handler is yanking on my leash and won’t let me go to them, so why are they still calling me?

I have to run all the way around this roped off area. Seems rather silly to run in circles. My mom and dad must think so too, because they only run part way up and then run back. Let’s see, where are they now? There they are. This is strange. First they run towards me calling my name and then they run away from me. They sure are acting funny. I’m so confused.

Now this judge is playing musical dogs…I get to be first in line! Now I can see my mom and dad much better. Wish they would stop jumping up and down. Now this judge gives my handler some sort of colored material and I finally get to come out of this roped off area and back to my mom and dad.

Hi mom! Hi dad! I get a nice pat on the head and …what do I get now? I get pushed back into my crate. They must be upset with me. Maybe I should have tired harder to come to them when I was called. I don’t understand. Oh well…at least I got a cookie.