Last Saturday was the most horrifying day of my life. My first exam ever since I am born to this world. Never have I (or rather my mummy) felt more stressed before. I (she) can’t sleep or eat well. Mummy keeps holding me chanting prayers before she goes to sleep. I heard her mumbled, “Please let my Bee pass… Please let my Bee pass!” I was shivering and having butterflies in my tummy when I reached the exam grounds!

Each of us go one by one. The trainer with the dog = My mummy with me. I don’t know why Daddy suddenly pulled out from the exam. He was supposed to be my trainer! As you can see above, the exam grounds are full of dried and fallen leaves, something which I cannot resist!

This is one of my great pals – Princess. See she is also having the jitters before her turn. Her daddy feeding her water in a little red cap. What a Daddy’s girl she is!

And do not be mistaken. This is not Princess twin sister. She is Chocolate! Poodles are so cute and adorable right? Just like me!

And here comes our big sister, Lucky! She is the Great Dane whom I have always woofed to you about. She is just a puppy like me, but she is huge. Is there better word for huge? Humongous? Gigantic? And me? A dwarf

My most cheerful friend around – Rascal. He always have a big wide grin for everybody. Mummy says he is so much more obedient than me? Really ah? *sulks*

Syrius is one of the most vocal dogs around in my class. I remember our barking competition when we first met…you people don’t really know what we are barking at – actually, we are having a good chat – those were the good old times!

And Milo. The top dog in our class. The one I suspect has a ten-year series! Shhhh!

And this is me, in my mummy-made graduation dress, as I await the results of my test.

Sobs. Mummy will hit my backside when she knows I have failed.

I am too pre-occupied chewing the plastic bone to bother looking at the camera. See my eyes popping out? This bone is a real tough one.

And my teacher (yellow shirt) standing behind my daddy and mummy.

And Daddy holding my result score in his hands. Am I a disgrace to him? Somebody speak a word for me please!

The look of disappointment as he put away the results. Hmmm. Daddy, I promise I will not eat fallen leaves again. Please do not make me feel so bad about myself!

And my certificate of participation. No award. No celebration. Maybe next time I might do better?
Daddy has said that I am predestined to be a house-dog. Nobody is going to groom me to be a star-dog anymore. Goodbye to dog stardom. No luck to be a celebrity. Woof!