“My mother’s dreamed of winning Westminster her whole life. She’s been invited dozens of times, but something always seems to get in the way.”
“Anyway, now she’s got this puppy that could keep her hopes alive, but she refuses to have anything to do with him.”
Benny picked up a stick of his own. “She does seem kind of pig-headed, but I thought she liked poodles. What’s so great about this Westminster, anyway?”
David tugged on the beak of his cap. “Sorry, I was brought up believing everyone knows Westminster. Actually, it’s the most famous dog show in America, maybe the world. Twenty-five hundred dogs, two hundred sixty-five breeds. It’s the oldest continuous sporting event in America except for the Kentucky Derby. They’ve held it every year since 1877, through blizzards, national depressions, and two world wars.”
Benny thought he would probably go if someone gave him a ticket but watching a bunch of fancy dogs parading around a ring wasn’t his idea of fun. His eyes lit up.
“Say, I’ve got a great idea. If she doesn’t like the puppy, she could take McCreery. He’s a great-looking dog. He could win Westminster for sure.”