Pre-treating some of the paraders.	Three generations of bassets.	Romping rump.	The registration table.	Knot of bassets.
The royal chariot.	Taut leashes.	Wrapt.	Another knot.	Sitting on butt!
The haywagon arrives.	King Alvin.	Rascal pup.	A false start causes everyone to gather.	And the crowd starts to thin when we don't start.
Mid-drool.	Unfaithful Gwen.	Caught.	Bagel or obese beagle?	Waiting and wilting.
Kibble meets Queen Chelsea.	King Alvin and audience.	Queen Chelsea sniffs filth.	Lotsa digicams.	Tom Drooley?