M!K Seppala's Pride - TKC Weekly Conformation

Swag's 1st Entry For TKC's Weeky Conformation!

UPDATE: Swag won Best in Show (BIS)!

M!K Seppala's Pride (aka. Swag)'s Reference Sheet: [link]

The WIP pic: [link]

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Story:

“Attention passengers… we are now preparing for departure to Sweden. Please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated until we are safely in the air. Flight attendants will come by with refreshments. Thank you.”

As the announcement went off, Chrizaan looked over to Shannon and smiled. They fastened their seatbelts and then looked over to Swag, who was neatly leashed up on two seats. He was sitting impatiently on the seat across from the two ladies, wagging his tail ferociously. He was obviously excited about the trip. It was only him, Chrizaan, and her assistant Shannon Davis. On top of that, Swag hadn’t been on an airplane since he was a pup coming to Wyoming from Siberia. But he had gone along as cargo instead of the very comfortable business class. Going along with the humans was so much more fun!

“Oh, Swag!” chuckled Chrizaan. “Look at the mess you’re making!” As soon as Shannon saw what she was talking about she started laughing too. The black and white dog was shedding a little because the season change, and with that, fur started floating around in the air as he whacked his tail violently on the leather seat.
“You’re causing the flight attendants a lot more trouble than you should, Swaggie!” laughed Shannon, trying hard not to smile as wide as she was.

Something under their feet stirred… at first it was mild but then it suddenly shifted and the three of them soon found that they were taking off! Swag looked out the window he was sitting by, only to see the ground under them blurry from the speed the plane was going at. You could feel the steady hum and the vibration the plane made in this condition. On it went, faster... faster, until the humming disappeared and Swag almost fell out of his seat from the angle it went at. He quickly recovered though, and as soon as he was standing back up on the grey leather seats, he looked out the window for the last time, as they left his beloved Wyoming.
Swag suddenly wondered… will they be back again? His mind went to his beloved Phoebe, who was probably sitting at home, missing him. He continued to stare out the window, this time leaning his head on the windowsill.

Hours went by, but each time the two women would glance over at the dog, they would find him in the same position he was every time before. He looked like he was… grieving.
“You think it was the right thing to do, Chrizaan? Having Phoebe stay home? I don’t think Swag is too happy about your decision.”

“He might not be happy with having to be separated from her, but I know it was the right thing to do. Phoebe is almost two months pregnant, and it wouldn’t have been safe to have her here with us. What if she got hurt or delivered on the plane?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want that to happen…”

“Exactly. I think it’s best to have her stay at the kennel with Allen and Brody. It’s for her own good.”

“I suppose so… what if she delivers before we arrive back in Wyoming?”

“Then we’ll have to try to get there as soon as possible. She might have problems because of her size, as the vet said. With Swag being such a large male of course, and with Phoebe being a smaller female, she might have trouble. That’s why Allen and Brody are spending the next few nights in the house and keeping Phoebe with them. Just in case something happens. They’ll be sure to let us know, though. But there was no way that the two’s size could keep us from breeding them… they match each other perfectly, both emotionally and in physical condition. What Swag lacks, Phoebe makes up for, and vice versa. The pups are sure to be that of absolutely amazing conformation. I’m not exactly sure how we ended up with these two dogs, Shannon. We got Swag by accident, and he so happened to be from champion bloodlined parents, as well as grandparents and even before that. And it’s no rumor that he’s descended from one of Leonard Seppala’s dogs, either. His stud ended up being shipped back to Siberia where he was bred to another long line of champion Siberians. The current end result? Swag and his littermates.”

“Yeah, what a dog.”

“We didn’t get him without paying a heavy price, though… ten thousand dollars. But it was worth it, because Swag has surely grown up to be a very handsome, well-built Sibe.”

“And we were lucky to get Phoebe and her brother Spark, as they’re from champion parents as well, especially their mother.”

“That girl, she’s one in a million; outstanding temperament and conformation. I really took a liking to Keanu.”

“Me too. She really is amazing. And that coat color. Whew.”

Silence crept back up on the team… Swag was still looking out the window, looking depressed as ever. That’s when he decided to lay down onto the seats. He huffed as he took a deep breath, probably out of tiredness. It has now been five hours on the plane, and they were in the middle of nowhere, out in the Pacific Ocean somewhere.

Swag ever so slowly closed his eyes… with each second, he drifted away from the current setting and back home to his girl… his dream was saturated with color, and one could feel the power of the emotions as he saw Phoebe again. He yipped with joy as he raced to her and her to him, knocking each other over and completely clouding each other with doggy-kisses and tail wags. The two lovers were laying in a bright green grassy field covered with daisies. It was pure happiness. Then he noticed her belly. It was normal again… But… how….? That’s when it struck him. He heard someone whistling for him. It was Chrizaan. Phoebe disappeared with a wisp of air, leaving him confused. All grew dark around him, until the only thing he could see was the doorway slightly open, a bright light behind it. He raced towards it, echoes of Chrizaan’s voice coming from the door. As soon as he entered, he woke up.

Swag’s eyes fluttered open, and he was a little surprised to see that his leash was being snipped on. “Come on, Swag. We’re in Sweden, boy!” He got up and followed Chrizaan, with Shannon behind them. He still couldn’t figure out, however, why Phoebe was the way she was in that dream… something was up, but he didn’t know exactly why.

The car ride wasn’t too long. Before he knew it, they were all at the event. It was really foggy out that day, a little chilly but not too much. The actual showing was held out on a lake, with a wide, stable bridge.

When it came to be Swag’s turn, he proudly strutted out to the appropriate point of the bridge with Chrizaan, and stacked with style to show off his marvelous appearance, which was not only consisting of a wonderful and rare coat color, but also a fine structure that would make any handler proud. That proudly-arched neck and steady gaze would normally give any judge chills down their spine. His blue eyes were killers for sure.
As the judge came to examine his structure, he stood remarkably still and tolerated the judge with no problems whatsoever.

With a concentrated glint in his sapphire eyes, he lurched ahead as Chrizaan gestured for him to trot. Majestically, the dog gaited across the bridge in a graceful motion, with his handler following nearby in a… not-so-graceful way. Determination to win was written all over Swag’s face, the expression undeniable. His gait was seemingly effortless as he danced across the platform, really showing off in front of the judges and the other contestants.

By the end of the show, the results were in! Now the only thing separating him from championship, were the judges…

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