Without a whimper or a whine, the poodle sits through the primping and preening. Clip, snip go the nails. Fluff, puff goes the hair.
At last, the pooch’s owner puts down the brush.

“Let’s win this thing,” she says, then smiles at the dog. “Wish you could watch me compete.”

Crystal Moore likes to write short fiction and drink tall glasses of chocolate milk.