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 Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 1:12 pm
Moondancer was relaxing on her grooming table as her handler worked on another dog. She didn't seem to be focusing on any one thing in particular; really, she was eyeing the competition... and being curious about the large number of strange dogs. It was a large trial- not just conformation, but agility and obedience were being held here today, too. As a result, there were many, many dogs that the collie hadn't seen before. While the show ring cabal knew faces and names pretty well, outsiders were something of a mystery.
One in particular caught her eye. He was a very handsome German Shepherd, with the night-like markings so prized by her family. She couldn't help but be intrigued that there was another with such a handsome coat who didn't seem to be conformation-groomed. Agility, then? She simply had to find out, so she rose to her paws and hopped down from the grooming table. But she couldn't just approach him; asking him flat-out who he was would be awkward and possibly rude. She needed some sort of diversion, something that would give their paths a reason to cross... Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a basket of toys next to the grooming table. Perfect! Picking out a ball, she waited until his attention was definitively elsewhere, then rolled it towards him. She waited a few moments, than began to follow after it. "Excuse me," she called sweetly. "Could you- ah- sorry, excuse me. One of the pups dropped a ball and- oh, there it is," she said as she approached him, hoping that he'd turn around and look.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 9:10 pm
 Bandit stood attentive in the trial enclosure, calm, poised, and relatively clean, looking all the world as if he belonged within the competition. He did but, then again, he did not.
He was dexterous, quick, skilled, and experienced. But he was alone. There had once been a time when he had been entered in trials, trials he won and excelled in. But that was a while ago, in a life he had long left, back when he had a human to call his own. Now, he was here for a different reason, a curious, almost mocking one. At first, he did not expect to get in, but all he had had to do was play the part, and it was as simply as that. Dogs were trusted here, he had come to notice.
A polite call roused him from his thought, and although he did not look at first and merely blinked, curiosity got the better of him when he realized the voice was approaching him. Turning, he noticed the ball the dog had mentioned, the ball on the grass near him, and then the female herself. Hesitating only for a moment (but still hesitating nonetheless, for he realized that, at this time, he did not belong), he took a step closer and with his nose, nudged it towards her.
"This ball?" he asked, a raised brow and a half-smile following the question.
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