The crowd howled in short, repeated intervals, encouraging the pups as they took their positions several feet away from the designated target boards, Enora’s head swung to find her family, lips breaking into a grin before her sights found Greg, and she gave him a wave.

Greg waved back, a proud smile stretched across his face when he murmured, “Shoot them dead, sweetheart.”

From his side, Sush questioned, “Isn’t it ‘knock them dead’?”

Eyes never taken off Enora while she took her position with the other pups, he responded, “No, this isn’t about impressing anyone. It’s about literally shooting down the competition.”

Sush noted the pups aiming for the target...