Some champions are remembered for their gait. He is remembered for his timing.
Sir Poopsalot entered the ring like a man arriving at a meeting he intended to adjourn. The gait was correct. The face was a closed door. Halfway through the final lap he contributed an opinion so sincere that the stewards opened every window on Hale Drive.
The other dogs left. This was unsporting of them and also understandable. The judge, who had already seen enough feet for one lifetime, awarded the ribbon to the pug who had stayed. A second trophy, Most Honest Digestive System, was invented on the spot and retired before the glue on the plate dried. Rule 8 would later mention bowel-related schemes in writing. Sir Poopsalot did not scheme. He simply was.