Classic, flat coated retriever.
Went suprisingly quick, about an 1 hour, thatīs the neat thing about flat coats, very simple to draw and color O.o
Main entry for Conformation Jazz Age
It was mid-afternoon when Meg and I were walking the Parisian streets with our flat coats, Razz and Classic. We went into shop after shop, museum after museum and restaurant after restaurant. I loved seeing her eyes light up when she was beyond pleased. She had always wanted to come to Paris and even though I wasn't a fan of France I loved to make Meg happy so I was just in bliss following her around flitting and floating from shops, going on and on about the history of her cooking idol, Julia Child. After spending a good part of the day being tourists we went back to our hotel and started to get ready for the show.
Meg and I were two old souls from the 1920's-60's era. I put on a pin stripe suit and a black banded hat and was pleased. I slipped the diamond studded collar around classics neck and smiled at him.
"We're too handsome," I said rubbing his ears. Agreeing he lifted his head and barked loudly waving his tail that nearly knocked everything off the night-stand.
"Honey, are you ready?" I called to Meg, she was notorious for taking a little bit too long.
"Ready!" She called back to my surprise.
Razz, Classics father, rushed in and played a little with Classic before turning his sights to me and leaping up on the bed.
When Meg appeared from the bathroom all dressed up in a classic flapper girl dress I was stunned.
"Thank you,"she blushed.
"Do we have to go?" I said getting up and pulling her to me.
"Yes," She said pulling her arms around me and burying her face in my neck. "You're so handsome," she sighed.
"Thank you," I softly kissed her temple and was interrupted by the dogs barking too excited to wait anymore.
I sighed heavily and wrapped my arm around Meg's waist.
"Ok let's go," I signaled and we were out the door.
The park the show was held at was stunning. Heavily forested in some areas, rolling green grass and a view of the Eiffel Tower.
Since Meg and I both had FCR's we stood together stacking our dogs side by side, secretly glancing and shooting shy smiles towards each other. I chuckled remembering another time Meg and I had competed with a bloodline relations. Last time we did I had the sire and she had the son, now the tables were turned. Classic and Razz were two great representatives of their breed so only time would tell.
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