Trexen chugged to the finish line clunking away in his blue rain boots.
Of course Pacey had to sprint to the finish as well but in true Pacey fashion fell down and required some Nama loving.
Our little dashers enjoyed a hot dog, some dog watching and then ended the festivities pretending to be dogs themselves jumping through hoops and crawling through a tunnel. Overall it was a dashing success and Trexen spent the rest of the weekend begging for a tiny, cute, fluffy black puppy... I think not.
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