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His Dog by Albert Payson Terhune
page 59 of 105 (56%)

Link swelled with pride at the lowspoken praise. And turning away
to hide his satisfaction, he saw that quite a sizable knot of
spectators had gathered in front of Chum's bench. They were
inspecting the collie with manifest approval. Chum, embarrassed
by the unaccustomed notice, had moved as far as possible from his
admirers, and was nuzzling his head into Ferris's hand for
refuge.

"Puppy Class, Male Scotch Collies!" droned a ring attendant,
appearing for a moment at the far end of the section. Numbers 60,
61, 62."

Three youngsters, ranging in age from seven to eleven months,
were coaxed down from their straw couches by three excited owners
and were convoyed fussily toward the ring.

"Novice Class next, Miss," Link heard the groom saying to the
girl at the adjoining bench. "Got his ring leash ready?"

"Ring leash!" This was a new one to Ferris. His eyes followed the
trio of puppies shuffling ringward. He saw that all three were on
leather leashes and that their chains had been left in the
stalls. Presumably there was a law against chains in the ring.
And Link had no leash.

For an instant he was in a quandary. Then his brow cleared. True,
he had no leash. Yet, if chains, like bows of ribbon, were barred
from the ring, he could maneuver Chum every bit as well with his
voice as with any leash. So that problem was solved.
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