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Taras took the time to visit Kyiv with Geralt, for the day of the show they had travelled from Slavske to where they hoped to gain their championship if all went well, the journey had been a good one and both dog and handler were well rested, they had in fact enjoyed their journey down and the overnight stay in the hotel.
Taras had breakfast and then took Geralt for a walk, afterwards washing the snow and dirt off his paws, so he was spotless before grooming him and making sure he shone. He enjoyed the preparation for the show and everything that came with it, it helped with his meticulous nature and everything that he loved, preparation and organisation, it was what made him tick, as was routine.
They had a look around the stalls ready to ear mark something that might take their fancy before they set off for where the show was to take place, which was in fact a short distance from the stalls.

The sun was starting to set when they made their way to the show ground which was taking place in Kontractova Ploshcha, Kyiv.
It looked beautiful with all it's amazing lights and the food markets, which Taras could not wait to sample when the show was over, he patted his faithful Ukrainian Game Hort Geralt and then they waited for the show to start, Geralt was by now a season show dog and he seemed to enjoy everything that the show had to offer, he wagged his tail and he almost fizzed with excitement.
The smells in the air were almost a distraction, but Geralt had been trained to ignore such things as he was also a security dog. They did not have to wait long before they were called and joined the dogs in class.
Taras led Geralt into the ring where they stood until it was there turn to show what they could do.
First of all they had to show off the gait and Geralt moved effortlessly and with confidence, he was trying his best to look the part, his fur gleamed in the setting sun which almost seemed to fittingly mirror the colours of Ukraine.
Taras fussed Geralt once they had made the rounds, he was pleased with his behaviour the dog almost shone he was so well behaved.

Next there was the stack and he stood there effortlessly while the judge felt over him and made sure he conformed to the piece of paper that was his standard, he did not move a muscle and did not seem to mind being felt and manipulated a little, he was the epitome of how a well behaved dog should look.
After the judging they got in line and waited, to see what their placing would be, Taras hoped that it would be another day that Geralt would have glory and manage to place.
He deserved it the temperature, was surprisingly warm for a February and Taras was not cold mind you he was somewhat dressed for the weather but he liked winter and so did Geralt, they were happy to be in their native Ukraine and Taras chest swelled with the pride of the patriot.

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Description
Taras took the time to visit Kyiv with Geralt, for the day of the show they had travelled from Slavske to where they hoped to gain their championship if all went well, the journey had been a good one and both dog and handler were well rested, they had in fact enjoyed their journey down and the overnight stay in the hotel.
Taras had breakfast and then took Geralt for a walk, afterwards washing the snow and dirt off his paws, so he was spotless before grooming him and making sure he shone. He enjoyed the preparation for the show and everything that came with it, it helped with his meticulous nature and everything that he loved, preparation and organisation, it was what made him tick, as was routine.
They had a look around the stalls ready to ear mark something that might take their fancy before they set off for where the show was to take place, which was in fact a short distance from the stalls.

The sun was starting to set when they made their way to the show ground which was taking place in Kontractova Ploshcha, Kyiv.
It looked beautiful with all it's amazing lights and the food markets, which Taras could not wait to sample when the show was over, he patted his faithful Ukrainian Game Hort Geralt and then they waited for the show to start, Geralt was by now a season show dog and he seemed to enjoy everything that the show had to offer, he wagged his tail and he almost fizzed with excitement.
The smells in the air were almost a distraction, but Geralt had been trained to ignore such things as he was also a security dog. They did not have to wait long before they were called and joined the dogs in class.
Taras led Geralt into the ring where they stood until it was there turn to show what they could do.
First of all they had to show off the gait and Geralt moved effortlessly and with confidence, he was trying his best to look the part, his fur gleamed in the setting sun which almost seemed to fittingly mirror the colours of Ukraine.
Taras fussed Geralt once they had made the rounds, he was pleased with his behaviour the dog almost shone he was so well behaved.

Next there was the stack and he stood there effortlessly while the judge felt over him and made sure he conformed to the piece of paper that was his standard, he did not move a muscle and did not seem to mind being felt and manipulated a little, he was the epitome of how a well behaved dog should look.
After the judging they got in line and waited, to see what their placing would be, Taras hoped that it would be another day that Geralt would have glory and manage to place.
He deserved it the temperature, was surprisingly warm for a February and Taras was not cold mind you he was somewhat dressed for the weather but he liked winter and so did Geralt, they were happy to be in their native Ukraine and Taras chest swelled with the pride of the patriot.

536 Words