CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY –THE RESULT

His owners laughed and scooped him up amidst a flurry of scratches and good-natured baby talk, seeming utterly delighted by his achievement. Jasmine couldn't quite smother her own quiet giggle as she leaned back toward the microphone to announce the second runner-up. "Taking second place and a full grooming package from our professional staff..." She paused again for maximal dramatic effect, unable to quite keep her lips from twitching with undisguised glee. "Chewbarka, the Wookie Warrior!" This time, the uproarious burst of laughter came tinged with hoots and playful catcalls as a burly, shag-carpeted Rottweiler came ambling forward—complete with a faux bandolier, tiny bowcaster prop, and even a compact set of Wookiee braid extensions dangling from the fur around his jowls. The dog's owner, a spry-looking older woman, seemed to drink in the adulation with visible pride, bending with a bright smile to fasten a bright blue honor ribbon to her beloved pet's collar. "And finally," J