Go Klaus! Go!

“Are you Klaus’s mother?” I asked the trim lady with gold earrings, a denim skirt, and a neon chartreuse t shirt.
“No, I’m Klaus’s aunt.” Klaus’s aunt proceeded to lay down money for raffle tickets (quilt), but declined to buy spit-imbued dog kisses at the rescue kissing booth, since she already had many of those via Klaus.
Klaus was running in one of the heats for the dachs races, and his dad explained the family strategy. “He loves my wife. He rushes up to her when she comes home from work. So we’re making sure he does not see her, until the race, and she’s going to be at the finish line.” So were the rest of Klaus’s extended family, wearing their t shirts: Go Klaus! Go! on the front, and another message on the back.
Klaus, bathing in the sunshine, excitement, and a cornucopia of smells, was blissful. He has a loving family, a full food dish, and a crowd of human relatives cheering for him. No matter how he places in the race, he and they know that he’s a winner.
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