Ah yes, Kermit my love, my sweet, the bane of my life! He is the most contrary dog I've ever known, but also the funniest. His confirmation show career was checkered (notice I haven't mentioned obedience competition here, I'm not that masochistic). The ulitmate show dog one day, a bundle of nerves the next, or so aloof his nose never came out of the air. But, oh yes, he did become a champion.
Then, to show his athleticism, he fell in love with agility (see photo under "working dog.") In the three times we managed to compete in agility matches, he achieved two perfect scores (of 200) and one score of 198, with which we lost to a 10 year old kid with the same score, but a faster time (Kermit, I'm not apologizing for not being able to outrun a 10 year old kid no matter how much you complain about this incident.)
Kermit is completely obsessed with his stuffed toys. His favorite until it went to stuffed toy heaven was a Spuds Mckenzie replica which was bigger than he is. To show his "macho" he would carry it around, completely off the ground, by the crotch.
We still enjoy trips to Williamsburg where he will carry the toy of the day around, parting with it only long enough to lay it sweetly before a strange dog, hoping it will be dumb enough to try to pick it up, when he can then noisily defend it.
Kermit is now retired at 11 years, so he can devote ALL his time to driving me crazy. And schips have been known to live 19 years and more. Oh my!