So proudly they stand primped and petted, the crème de le crème of K9 aristocracy. On display for all of the world to see, the envy of some to others of no concern. Many are lauded, and some misunderstood. They would not change a thing even if they could. Their owners bring them one and all, the compete with dignity and pride, that is unless a primal urge takes over. Then it could be not even a ribbon for mans best friend. Who will take home the grand prize in the end. If your hair is just right and you have the correct pedigree, then you could be the one. The one that gets to be known, the dog of dogs, the best in show.