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When the boss watches his TV in the evening, I hide behind a mountain of books, comfy in my corner by the big windows, Peltor ear muffs keeping me safe from politics and John Wayne movies. Last night I was perusing a lengthy young adult story Becky brought home from the library. It was pretty good, but not quite riveting.
There is a little gap between the piles of books and sometimes I glance through it. Last night a quick peep revealed a gorgeous smooth fox terrier parading around the ring at the big dog show.
I tossed the Peltors, closed the book, and watched the whole class. Although devoted to border collies and stuck on herding breeds in general, there is a soft spot in my heart for sparkling terriers too. When I was a kid I used to show smooth fox terriers for a kennel near here, once even getting an unexpected three-point major with a puppy I handled. (She was sold right out of my hands, which wasn't quite as much fun as getting those nice blue ribbons.)
Fox terriers are courageous, elegant little dogs with hearts like lions. We used to call ours fox terrorists back before the term took on the serious connotations it has today. I was delighted when little Adam won the terrier group, and went to bed remembering Lili, Lark, Kate, and Drummer, the dogs of my short time in the show ring.