She won the way a screen door wins: obviously, and with a sound.
Merica was a golden retriever of such straightforward goodness that half the town stood up when she entered, including people who had come to see a terrier and stayed out of politeness. Her handler had put her in a bandana. The bandana was not the reason. The reason was that she looked at the judge like the judge had personally invented dinner.
The judge cried and blamed the pollen blowing over from Siphonaptera Park, a park whose name has been corrected twice and is still a little wrong, which feels right for us. There were no enhancement products. There was no mystery. Delbert's notes from that night say only "good dog" and then the word "good" again, larger.