Doggie came in third in his class, beating three golden retrievers, one husky and one border collie who was having a bad day. All credit, however, goes not to Randolph but to the top dog trainer who woke up at 6am every morning to whip him into shape.
As a reward, I took doggie to his fave park, a derelict [say it like Zoolander!] playground with stone tunnels and slides from the 70s, this morning.
He loves to frolic in the overgrown grass when I take off his leash, but today, he just sat attentively next to me, running around only when I did. He's so well-trained now, he doesn't remember how to play.
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