Between the sound of shrill whistles and an eager audience of pet enthusiasts, Michel felt even more confident that he didn’t want to be here at all. He didn’t like the thought of getting dirty while competing, nor did he want to have his precious impup, Diamond, running through the dirt.
But his agent thought having him do something athletic, even indirectly through his imp, would help him with different photoshoots. The very gall and audacity of that, as if he wouldn’t do flawl...