@futuremyopia & continued from here
She looked like she was in over her head, eyes wide at the sights she saw. It was more the blatancy of some of the other handlers. "So it's that obvious?" she asked. What was a dog show if not the evaluation of breeding stock, who could pass on the traits that were desired. A client had sent her here, she had no need for an intact male, or female for that matter, but that's what they wanted, and they hired her to pick the best stud she could find. She had argued that this probably wasn't the consulting she should be a part of, but she'd trained their bitch, and now a stud should be selected for her.
"It doesn't feel like the most ethical thing in the world, but I suppose now is not the time for me to gain a set of morals." She did have a bipolar mad dog in her own home, who had been debarked, as well as shock implants surgically implanted to stop him from raging and killing, something she wasn't proud to admit she used.
Before that, she had one who was obsessed with her and simply went along with whatever she asked. He made her look good, smoothed the rough edges to make her a successful trainer. She was handling the new one okay but he was not the same.
"You think he resource guards?" Her attention turned to Clark's kennel, peering in slightly as if she could see something that was worth protecting to him. For someone who felt a little guilty for what she did for work and the world she was a part of, she had no problem talking about a dog like they weren't there. "Maybe…." she said at Orange's comment, or maybe she'd just frustrate Clark because she was not in a fertile period and she was not for him in that way. She had heard about males who just became mindless breeding machines. "Has he bred yet?" Had she shown the clients Clark?
