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I slept well that night even though I was in a strange place. I had several dreams that night that I remembered and all of them had something to do with Mr. Hackenberg. But every time we got close to doing something sexual I woke up.

You may wonder what attraction a man in his mid fifties could have for young man just reaching sexual maturity. It can be incredibly arousing. Here was a powerful man in all ways. He was in great shape, he was rich and influential and he had an impressive cock. And despite his age he was still very virile. In all of my fantasies he was taking me under his wing and I was giving myself to him.

He was the only adult that didn't treat me like I was a child. I wasn't his equal, but I doubt many adults were his equal. But he talked to me like I was an adult when he was teaching me.

When I woke up I could smell coffee and bacon in the air. I put on some sweat pants and a T-shirt and headed out to the kitchen. The sight that greeted my eyes was almost comical. There was Mr. Hackenberg at the stove working with the bacon and eggs on the griddle in nothing but an apron. You couldn't see his cock but you could see his hairy ass and those big low hanging balls between his legs. My cock started to get hard immediately.

"Well sleepyhead I'm making breakfast this morning. I may have to teach you how if you become my apprentice. Make sure you eat up, we've got a busy day in store." He said as he continued to tend to the vittles. I heard the toast pop up. There were four pieces of toast in the toaster. "Why don't you butter the toast while I finish off the rest of the breakfast." He suggested.

I quickly went over to the toaster and buttered all four slices putting it onto a paper plate. The timing was perfect. Mr. Hackenberg was just taking the food off of the griddle. Three slices of bacon and two eggs for each of us. He carried them over to the table and I brought the toast. He poured himself some black coffee and I had a huge glass of milk. Mom didn't let me have coffee and although I'm sure Mr. Hackenberg would have allowed me to have coffee, I'd not yet developed a taste for it.

As we ate Mr. Hackenberg mapped out the day for me. The first thing we did when we got done eating was exercise the dogs. Well after Mr. Hackenberg put sweat pants and a T-shirt on also. We put all six into X-pens and again I took poop scooping duty while Mr. Hackenberg changed their water buckets. Soon everyone had taken a shit but we didn't put them back right away. Once they'd taken a dump and I'd scooped it they weren't likely to go again and step in it. So we could work on grooming them while the others were free to move about freely in the X-pens.

Fortunately there was nothing to do for the Mastiff and the Pointer. Mainly just a quick run over the whiskers with the clippers to clean them up. Fortunately they were the first two dogs. It's not uncommon for the short hair breeds to be shown early along with any of the brachycephalic dogs that can't cope with heat well. They were going into the ring fairly close together.

The Mastiff was scheduled for straight up eight o'clock in ring five. There were twenty-two Mastiffs entered including three other specials, one bitch and two other dogs. The pointer was scheduled at eight o'clock also but with six other breeds before them. There were a total of thirty-one dogs in those breeds.

We got those two ready and put everybody back into their crates. We went back into the rig and got showers quickly. Me first and then him. I thought how cool it would be to take one together. We quickly got into our suits.

"My you're a handsome young man when you're all dressed up in a suit. All the old lady judges and dirty old gay men will be falling all over themselves to put you up." He said with a chuckle. I thought he was joking but I soon learned that was a fact about dog shows. Too often the judges didn't have a clue and were more influenced by who was showing the dog than by the quality of the dog itself.

"Go get Titan." He said to me and I went and took the Mastiff out of his crate. Mr. Hackenberg carried a spray bottle and a washrag. When I had him we walked to the ring with me leading the dog. I was to find out later a lot of what Mr. Hackenberg did was to give me exposure. Being Mr. Hackenberg's Junior Handler/Apprentice carried a lot of weight in the ring but I didn't realize that.

When we were waiting at ringside Mr. Hackenberg took off his suit jacket and hung it on the back of a folding chair. I think he did it to show off his physique. He was really in shape and I was to find out that the dog show world was a cesspool of sexual activity and innuendo.

He took the time to introduce me to all the important people at ringside. I couldn't remember all their names but they seemed to remember mine. The judge was an older lady. She looked even older than Mr. Hackenberg. Whenever a new class went into the ring he explained what was going on. When it was time for Winners bitch he had me run back to the setup and get the Pointer.

When I got back it was finally time for him and Titan to go into the ring. He had the lowest number of any of the specials so he got at the front of the line with Titan. He put him through his paces and went to the end of the line. He had me bring him the spray bottle and the washrag. He gave him a drink with the spray bottle and then washed the slobber off of his jowls with the rag.

After about seven or eight minutes the judge pulled out Titan and had Mr. Hackenberg put him at the front of the line. She then pulled out Winners Dog and had him stand behind Titan and then the Bitch Special behind Winners Dog and everyone else fell in behind them. She sent them around the ring and then pointing to Mr. Hackenberg she said, "You'll be my Best Of Breed today." As she pointed to the Winners dog, "You're my Best Of Winners." And finally she pointed to the handler of the bitch special, "And you're Best Op."

They lined up in that order at the table to receive their ribbons. Titan won a big purple and gold rosette for Best of Breed.

"Congratulations Sir." I said, my hero worship somewhat shining through.

I tried to hand off the Pointer to him but he stopped me. "Take him in the ring for me when they call him in for Best Of Breed. Tell the judge that you're starting him for me because I have a conflict and ask if you can go to the end of the line. I'll keep an eye on you and make sure that you don't actually have to show him. By the way his call name is Hunter." He said and left without giving me time to reply.

He ran back to the rig to put the Mastiff back in his crate, then stood where he could see what was going on in ring six where pointers were going to be shown. There was a bit of a wait and I practiced on the pointer outside of the ring. They are stacked a bit different from the GSDs, but I'd been able to practice on some dogs that were stacked similarly to the Pointer at class between turns with Caesar.

They finally called best of breed into the ring and when they called Hunter's number I walked in and asked the judge, "I'm starting this dog for Mr. Hackenberg, can I go to the end of the line?"

"Sure young man. Set up after the bitch special." He said with a friendly smile.

I went behind the dog special and the bitch special and before winners dog and winners bitch. I stacked him up and then took him around when the group took it's first run around the ring. When the judge started to go over the second male special Mr. Hackenberg nonchalantly walked up to the ring steward and asked if he could take over on Hunter. He got into the ring. I handed him Hunter's leash and then I put Hunter's number around Mr. Hackenberg's bicep and walked out of the ring to watch.

When it was his turn he stacked Hunter and then did a triangle with him like the judge asked. And took him around to the end. He looked so polished and confident. I was beginning to understand why he won so much. He just exuded professionalism.

He won Best Of Breed with the Pointer also. What I didn't know at the time was that the five specials that he'd brought with him were the number one in their breeds and all of them ranked in the top ten in their respective groups. But at the time I didn't even know that they kept track of such things. I was so naïve at the time.

It was almost 9:30 AM when all of the first set of dogs were done in ring 5 and the photographer was called to get pictures of the dogs that won for those that wanted pictures. We took Titan back to the ring and got a picture to use in an advertisement. I was also to find out that getting a picture gave you time to schmooze the Judge. Since I was potentially going to be Mr. Hackenberg's apprentice he let me get in the picture also. I was to find out later just how important this was.

The Otterhound was next and we finished him up right before lunch. Again Mr. Hackenberg won Best of Breed, but he expected to win the breed with all five of his dogs today. Not only were they great examples of their breeds but they were all owned by very wealthy people that advertised the fuck out of them in the dog show magazines. It almost shamed judges into putting them up so that they didn't appear to be fools. It reminded me of the Emperor's New Clothes type of a situation.

We went to lunch. We sat at an empty table and as soon as Mr. Hackenberg sat down the table started to fill up with Judges and other influential handlers. It appeared that Mr. Hackenberg was even more well known than I'd thought previously.

He introduced me to everyone and because of who he was they all remembered me. With just that exposure I was more well known than many an average person that had spent ten years showing dogs. But I didn't realize it at the time. But I behaved politely, listening to all of these knowledgeable dog people and soaking up all the info like a sponge.

The German Shepherds were on right after lunch. I was surprised to find out that the judge was the same one that had judged the pointers earlier. I realized that was why Mr. Hackenberg had made me start the pointer and tell the Judge that I was starting the dog as Mr. Hackenberg's apprentice.

I showed him in the twelve to eighteen month dog class and I won the class. I was excited but not surprised. Even a novice like I was could tell that Caesar was better than the others in his class. I mean he looked just like his Dad and he was the top herding dog in the country. But it didn't hurt for the Judge to know that I was with Mr. Hackenberg.

I took him back in when they called him in for Winners Dog and when the smoke had cleared Caesar was awarded Winners Dog. To my surprise there were a whole bunch of Mr. Hackenberg's friends waiting outside the ring to congratulate me. It was amazing how quickly I was being accepted into this circle.

When we went back in for Best of Breed Mr. Hackenberg won best of breed with Khan, Caesars father. I managed to take Best of Winners. Of course I didn't know what the benefit of that was other than getting a pretty blue and white rosette.

"You picked up an extra point by going BOW. It was only three points in dogs, but it was four points in bitches. It got you the same number of points as the bitch because you beat Winners Bitch." Mr. Hackenberg said.

"Wow it's all so confusing." I said chuckling.

I got to take a picture with Caesar. Plus Mr. Hackenberg wanted to take a picture of both Caesar and Khan together. We took them back to the rig and put them away. Caesar was done for the day but Khan needed to rest up for the group.

We brought the Airedale out and Mr. Hackenberg used a stripping tool to touch him up. He's done most of the grooming during the week. He won the breed. We were a perfect six for six on the day and had five dogs in the groups.

I won't bore you with the details of the groups other than the fact that all of our dogs placed. Khan and the Mastiff won the herding and working groups, the pointer took a group 2, the otterhound took a group 3 and the Airedale got a fourth in the terrier group.

That meant that he had two dogs to take in for Best In Show. I wondered if I was going to have to go in with the Mastiff but he came over to me and explained.

"I don't think you're ready to go in the Best In Show ring Terrance. Especially with a huge dog like a Mastiff. I've got one of my friends that will cover it for me since none of his dogs won their groups. Maybe after you get a couple of months of experience under your belt I'll let you take some specials in. But don't be discouraged, I think you're doing a great job for your first weekend."

"I understand Sir. I think I'd be too nervous for that anyway." I said relieved that I'd just get to watch.

Neither of the two dogs won Best In Show, the Standard Poodle won. After all of the handlers congratulated the Poodle's handler we headed back to the rig with the dogs.