p. 127 of re-write #3
The judge started barking her commands.
Forward. Halt. Forward, right turn, fast!
Babe and Martha marched in unison. Babe waddled along, her back rolling side to side with each step, and her lower canine tooth jutting jauntily over her puffy upper lip. Some of the humans watching around the ring chuckled during the “fast” part, as Babe bounced and waddled with her bowed legs beside her woman’s calf.
Normal, left turn, halt. Forward…
“Uh-oh,” said Emily.
Hope looked at her Emily to see what was wrong, and turned to look where her woman was looking. Babe was sitting in the corner of the ring in a patch of shade, where they had done the last halt. Martha was doing the heeling pattern by herself.
The judge’s eyes rolled.
The crowd chuckled.
Martha looked down for her dog and saw nothing but air and grass. She turned and looked behind her. Babe smiled at her from her nice spot in the shade.
The bulldog slowly got up and ambled over to her human, glancing from side to side at her adoring fans and wiggling her butt for effect.
“Oh, yes. I am Babe the bulldog. Feast your eyes on all this gloriousness!”
Folks in the crowd were holding their mouths in their hands, trying not to laugh out loud.
About turn, slow.
“Oh, my, if she goes any slower, she’ll be going backwards,” Hope heard her woman think.
Normal, right turn, halt. Forward, about turn, halt. Exercise finished.
Even the judge sounded relieved.