I told you he was magical.
At one year old, I made the familiar decision to send him out with a professional handler—the same path I had once taken before. But this time, things felt different. Because this time, I already knew what I had in him.
Between one and two years old, Geoffrey did what so few dogs ever accomplish. He earned his Grand Championship… then kept going, achieving his Bronze and Silver levels. Not slowly, not by chance—but with consistency, presence, and something you can’t teach.
And then came something even bigger.
Geoffrey was number 5 in the country receiving not one—but two invitations to Westminster.
In 2025, he stepped into that ring. One of the most prestigious stages in the dog world. The kind of place exhibitors dream about, work toward, and hope—just once—to experience.
And he was there.
By the time he turned two, he wasn’t the “young dog with potential” anymore.
He was a force.
And through his second and third years, that didn’t fade—it deepened. He walked into every ring with confidence, with purpose, with a quiet kind of power that didn’t need to demand attention… it simply held it.
Looking back, this phase of his life tells the real story.
Not just of wins—but of evolution.
From the puppy no one expected…
To the young dog they questioned…
To the champion who stood on the Westminster stage.
Geoffrey didn’t follow the path.
He became it.
And I was lucky enough to witness every step. Geoffrey my magical cavalier.
