Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts

Monday, February 9, 2009

Observations from Westminster

I parked my big butt on the couch tonight and enjoyed most of the first evening of the 133rd Westminster Kennel Club dog show from Madison Square Garden in NYC... and I have a couple of observations...

First, the fact that the same damn breeds seem to almost always win their groups is tiresome. Non-Sporting group? The Standard Poodle wins. Herding Group? The Puli (or Bob Marley dog, as I like to call it) wins. Terrier group? The Scottish Terrier wins (though I must admit... I do dig the Scotty!)

Second, much like myself, many of the dog handlers are large people... there are some big, BIG folks "running" around out there! I would think being so involved with dogs would keep one pretty active, but hey, what do I know?

Prediction for tomorrow... the damn Poodle will win the Toy group. :-[

Sunday, February 8, 2009

"Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

I don't go out of my way to operate outside the norm, but that sure does seem like where I find myself much more often than not. This is my precious "little" pup, Bailey...


Bailey is an American Foxhound. I was just looking at the breed list on the American Kennel Club website and, of the 156 breeds recognized by the AKC, there were fewer registered American Foxhounds in 2008 than any other breed of dog. Yes, my puppy's pedigree is the least popular breed in America. Good for her and good for me, damn it!

Awwwwwww!!!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Enough With the Bread, Already!

Baylee... fit: Baylee... fat:

Methinks my puppy has been allowed to do a bit too much noshing on treats and people food. :-(

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Hey, ladies... it's "Man's Best Friend"...

A dog is a pet. A dog is not an accessory. A dog is not meant to be carried around like a purse. A dog is not meant to be carried around in a purse. A dog is a living thing, dependent upon you for food, shelter and love. A dog is not something you carry around because it matches your earrings. A dog has the need, just as you do, to relieve itself on occasion during the course of each day. A dog cannot do this when it has been stuffed in your favorite Coach bag. Please, ladies, get over yourselves and let your dog be a dog.

My thanks to the leathery old broad I saw toting her poor Pomeranian into Walgreen's this morning... thank you for prompting me to get my feelings off my chest.