When Millie was still under a year old, I decided to enter her in an AKC Puppy show. I trained and trained until I felt like she could do it, but the day of the show when we got to the ring, she wouldn't cooperate, like a wild child. A professional trainer seeing my frustration, tried to help by giving me a handful of freeze dried liver. Wrong, freeze dried crack cocaine would have been a more apt description. She went from wild to bouncing off the walls trying to get the liver out of my hand. In a moment of complete stupidity I shoved the liver treats in my pants pocket. In case you've never had a freeze dried liver crazed dog trying to tear your pants pocket open I can tell you it isn't pleasant. Finally just gave her all of them. I was having so much problem with her, the judges put me last in the line up. As we prepared to make our circle around the ring, I thought all was well as she was standing quietly. I only averted my gaze for a moment but it was all it took. As we started to walk she suddenly lunged forward cold nosing the dog in front of her, which caused a chain reaction all the way around the ring, much to the amusement of the audience. Despite all the troubles, she won a best in breed (she was the only Brit), and a 3rd place in show (if I promised not to come back).