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While Patches did not find enjoyment in getting his coat groomed by a stranger, he did find pleasure in the compliments that ensued afterwards. Then again, he did seem to find enjoyment in the simple things, such as his friendships with dogs whom were meant to be presented as rivals. All except Desoto, at least. Desoto was the least friendly dog Patches knew and he was certainly a force to be reckoned with. Lean muscles, skinny as a twig but made up in brute strength. No participates spoke about the doberman in a friendly manner, indicating the danger he presented.
Nevertheless, Patches was never one to dwell on the downside of the dog shows. He instead focused on the good side of the life of a competitor, which included making friends such as Treasure. Tail wagging as he noticed the other border collie notice him, he leaned down, his lower half raised to show his wagging tail. With spare time after Treasure's grooming, they could go and play, right? Despite the added elegance of their status among others, they were still normal dogs whom enjoyed play. Or, at least that's how the black border collie acted.
Sitting down now, his tail stopped wagging as his head tilted in confusion. Patches was confident through and through and it was strange to think someone he was close to was nervous about a procedure they went through before. It all seemed to be the same. Perform a few tricks and maybe you'll win a trophy. Maybe it was due to all the stories he heard in the past, all the stories of dogs sent away by cruel owners who only wanted a winner. It seemed like the type of owner Desoto had, or maybe even Sasha.
He quickly shook his head to rid himself of his fears.
"What is there to be nervous about? We've completed this all the time. Same dog, new tricks, that's it. We got a crowd who loves us, who cares if we don't win one trophy?" Sounding carefree, it was obvious his voice carried the unspoken threat of the uncertainty of his future. Ears flattening as he heard the word grooming, he woofed as he jumped to his paws once again, tail continuing excited movements.
"Okay! I already went through mine, I don't know how you always seem to enjoy it? Sometimes my fur gets tangled and it hurts to get brushed through, and look at this shine! I could be Desoto's squeaky toy if they gloss my coat one more time! You at least suit glossy fur," he rambled as he padded over to his friend of the same species. It seemed to be a trait of his to go on mindless rambles until he was brought back down to earth.
