Finally, the day came for the competition. I guessed that Poky's stomach was in knots because he was panting heavily. As Poky walked out into the ring, I could tell he was nervous. He looked sick! Then he bravely walked forward towards the first obstacle. Then...as he looked into the crowd, he, became nervous again and stopped. I knew I had to help! I walked out into the arena and seeing the sight of me comforted him.
"Come on, Poky. Let's do this thing!" I said with great enthusiasm. I ran alongside Poky, trying to keep up. As he zoomed, whooshed, and dodged obstacles, I was so proud of him.
Afterwards, we waited patiently for the announcer to say what we had won. "And in first place..." the announcer began. I held my breath. "Poky Jo!" As he said this, my mom came down from the stands to hug me to death.
"That was a very brave thing you did" she smiled. Poky licked me, his tongue felt soft like a blanket wrapped around my shoulder. It felt warm, I hugged him wanting to share the warmth with him, wanting that moment to never end.
