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Poor guys wouldn’t even look me in the eyes!

The Dante’s Cup (extrait)

The next morning, as often happened during his morning walk, Nikko crossed paths with Bacon.
To the humans passing by, the encounter sounded like a chaotic chorus of high-pitched, glass-shattering yaps from two toy-sized dogs.
But in reality, the two buddies were locked in an intense, loud debrief about the secret practice for The Dante’s Cup held the night before—an exchange so booming it could be heard past Alexander Avenue.
“Oh man!” Bacon barked enthusiastically, his tail wagging like a metronome on high speed. “You were on fire! I’m sure Dante and Mighty were thrilled with how you locked in and fetched that ball three times in a row. That has to be a record!”
“I knoooww! I was so hyped up!” Nikko answered, practically vibrating with energy. “I’m telling you, I can feel it. I’m getting ready by the minute!”
“Well, I’ve got news,” Bacon lowered his voice conspiratorially. “I heard the twin brothers, Conti and Condé, are back from their vacation in the South of France. They’re officially entering the competition this year.”
Nikko’s ears flipped back. “What?! Those conjoined royal pains in the neck are competing now?”
“Yep, that’s the word on the street. All the dogs from the East Side are talking about it,” Bacon said.
Nikko scoffed.
“I don’t care. All I know is that I’m winning that cup. They don’t scare me. I’m Nikko, King of the Toys, and I’m about to invade Poland next Tuesday, so...”
Bacon blinked, utterly confused. “Poland? What’s that?”
Before Nikko could explain his grand geopolitical ambitions, their humans began tugging hard on their leashes, pleading with them to keep moving. As they were dragged apart, Nikko strained against his harness, screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Waiiiit! Waiiiiiit!!! Are you coming tonight? I think there’s another practice! I’ll sneak out some grilled chicken from my dinner! Are you coming, Bacon?!”
“I’ll tryyyy!!!” Bacon yelled back, his paws sliding across the pavement as his dad hauled him away.
***
“What practice? And pray tell, what is happening tonight?”
The voice materialized out of nowhere—drenched in a thick, suffocating affectation.
Nikko spun around. Moving in flawless, synchronized steps, two magnificent Caniche Royaux waltzed past. It was the brothers Conti and Condé, Princes du Sang. Their fur was impeccably coiffed into towering bouffant pompadours, and as they glided by, they cast a deeply disdainful smile down at Nikko.

How dare you Sir! Threatening good hardworking deserving pups such as the two of us of depraving us of turkey for dinner?

Aspen the bichon frisé and Nikko the miniature pinscher are hilarious!
The funny thing is Aspen is usually really quiet and Nikko is ALWAYS loud and would bark at a leaf falling.
One of the few times Aspen tried to express himself, Nikko who was sleeping in the other room, quickly yelled at him to shut the f*ck up! 😂😂🐶🐾

Recognized and engaged with the usual suspects!

Although his passion and energy have no limits, in order to win the Dante’s Cup, Nikko must learn the basic of Fetch. Patience, discipline also must be added to the training.