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UUGGHHH I HATE that I'm not able to edit the image without creating an entire new deviation! And I forgot to save the other image to my Sta.sh, so XP

Anyway, I edited the pic a bit.

Show: TKC Bi-Weekly Conformation
Dogs show name: AR's One Step Closer "Amas"
Link to dogs ref: [link]
Dogs age: 2 years 6 months
Breed: German shepherd dog

I tossed the last few things I needed for the trip to Sweden into my suitcase, whistled for Amas, and ran out to the car, shivering in the cold March wind. Amas bounded happily into the backseat, and I hopped into the front and together we began for the airport. Amas was content to just watch out of the window, as it was too cold to roll it down for him. I occasionally glanced in the mirror to look at my stunning boy. However stunning, he was definitely going to need a grooming before showing off his stuff. His thick fur was wet from playing in the snow, making it hang in clumps and smell like wet dog. Not a conformation champ yet.

As the plane turned on the runaway and began getting ready for takeoff, I watched out the window at the glistening, sparkly Colorado snow. As the plane climbed higher, the mountains shrank until they were shrouded by clouds. I sighed happily, settling into my seat and closing my eyes for the long ride. Amas was below, and the rest of my dogs were under good care, although already I missed them.

I woke when the plane began its descend. I yawned largely, shivering gently. I rubbed at my eyes and began gathering what belongings I could reach, then sat tight until the plane touched down. It landed smoothly, all of its passengers becoming locked to the land after their long airborne experience. I stretched out my stiff legs, hardly able to wait until I could stand again. All my muscles were stiff from being in the same position for so long. The flight attendant came over the intercom, announcing that we may depart from the plane. I stood, pausing to let a particularly greenish-looking passenger pass in front of me. I exited after them and began looking for Amas. I found him in his travelling crate, laying down and shaking. "Hey there, boy," I cooed, pushing my hand through the bars to stroke his head. I knew he didn't like taking to the sky, no matter how many times we traveled by plane. "It's over for now, until we go back home," I smiled. Amas just looked up at me with his almost red but adorably large eyes. God, I loved this dog.

..

I took a deep breath, settling my churning stomach. I gave Amas another look over before taking him out. His fur was freshly brushed, shampooed, and clipped, and a heavenly aroma wafted up from his coat. He hated baths, but it was so important for him to appear his best. I sat there with him, gently brushing through his beautiful red coat, until it was our turn. I stood tall, sucked in another breath, straightened my clothes, and clipped the leash to Amas's show chain. He stayed by myself, the usual goofy Amas gone and a serious competing dog took his spot. His relaxed, silly face had tightened up slightly, but not tensely. "You ready, boy?" I asked. Amas looked up at me and smiled, his tongue spilling out of his mouth. "Well then let's go!" Amas settled into an easy, stretched out flying trot, his coat bouncing slightly. His paws were in a nice rhythm, Amas kicking them up in an almost sassy manner. He remained focused and concentrated, his muscles rippling handsomely under his shiny coat. After showing off his flying trot, I pulled him to a halt for his stack. I pulled his right hind leg back and left hind leg forward, and he squared his shoulders so his forelegs were directly under him. He held his head high and the breeze gently ruffled his fur, making it appear to wave in and out. He held his regal composure as the judges looked him over, feeling down his legs and groping around in his mouth. He didn't pull away or resist any of their actions, so used he was to the system. After being checked and notes made upon him, he trotted out by my side. I dropped down on my knees and gave him a huge hug and a treat, as was custom after a showing.

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UUGGHHH I HATE that I'm not able to edit the image without creating an entire new deviation! And I forgot to save the other image to my Sta.sh, so XP

Anyway, I edited the pic a bit.

Show: TKC Bi-Weekly Conformation
Dogs show name: AR's One Step Closer "Amas"
Link to dogs ref: [link]
Dogs age: 2 years 6 months
Breed: German shepherd dog

I tossed the last few things I needed for the trip to Sweden into my suitcase, whistled for Amas, and ran out to the car, shivering in the cold March wind. Amas bounded happily into the backseat, and I hopped into the front and together we began for the airport. Amas was content to just watch out of the window, as it was too cold to roll it down for him. I occasionally glanced in the mirror to look at my stunning boy. However stunning, he was definitely going to need a grooming before showing off his stuff. His thick fur was wet from playing in the snow, making it hang in clumps and smell like wet dog. Not a conformation champ yet.

As the plane turned on the runaway and began getting ready for takeoff, I watched out the window at the glistening, sparkly Colorado snow. As the plane climbed higher, the mountains shrank until they were shrouded by clouds. I sighed happily, settling into my seat and closing my eyes for the long ride. Amas was below, and the rest of my dogs were under good care, although already I missed them.

I woke when the plane began its descend. I yawned largely, shivering gently. I rubbed at my eyes and began gathering what belongings I could reach, then sat tight until the plane touched down. It landed smoothly, all of its passengers becoming locked to the land after their long airborne experience. I stretched out my stiff legs, hardly able to wait until I could stand again. All my muscles were stiff from being in the same position for so long. The flight attendant came over the intercom, announcing that we may depart from the plane. I stood, pausing to let a particularly greenish-looking passenger pass in front of me. I exited after them and began looking for Amas. I found him in his travelling crate, laying down and shaking. "Hey there, boy," I cooed, pushing my hand through the bars to stroke his head. I knew he didn't like taking to the sky, no matter how many times we traveled by plane. "It's over for now, until we go back home," I smiled. Amas just looked up at me with his almost red but adorably large eyes. God, I loved this dog.

..

I took a deep breath, settling my churning stomach. I gave Amas another look over before taking him out. His fur was freshly brushed, shampooed, and clipped, and a heavenly aroma wafted up from his coat. He hated baths, but it was so important for him to appear his best. I sat there with him, gently brushing through his beautiful red coat, until it was our turn. I stood tall, sucked in another breath, straightened my clothes, and clipped the leash to Amas's show chain. He stayed by myself, the usual goofy Amas gone and a serious competing dog took his spot. His relaxed, silly face had tightened up slightly, but not tensely. "You ready, boy?" I asked. Amas looked up at me and smiled, his tongue spilling out of his mouth. "Well then let's go!" Amas settled into an easy, stretched out flying trot, his coat bouncing slightly. His paws were in a nice rhythm, Amas kicking them up in an almost sassy manner. He remained focused and concentrated, his muscles rippling handsomely under his shiny coat. After showing off his flying trot, I pulled him to a halt for his stack. I pulled his right hind leg back and left hind leg forward, and he squared his shoulders so his forelegs were directly under him. He held his head high and the breeze gently ruffled his fur, making it appear to wave in and out. He held his regal composure as the judges looked him over, feeling down his legs and groping around in his mouth. He didn't pull away or resist any of their actions, so used he was to the system. After being checked and notes made upon him, he trotted out by my side. I dropped down on my knees and gave him a huge hug and a treat, as was custom after a showing.