Full disclosure: I am a small-dog bigot. I loathe little wussy dogs. Dogs should not have long, flowing locks, nor should they be festooned with bows. They also should not have to suffer the indignity of the shaved ass. If you’re going to get a dog, get a Dog. Otherwise, just get a cat.
There, I said it. *cleansing breath*
This year’s winner of the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show is Uno, a beagle. That’s a perfectly acceptable breed of canine, one that can actually earn its keep by doing useful stuff like tracking game or sniffing out dead people. Plus, the dog’s name is Uno, which reminds me of back in the day, when we used to make fun of one kid in the neighborhood who had one testicle by calling him Uno. Good times.
In other Man Dog news, Basie went to the vet Monday. He has doubled his weight (he’s 15 pounds now) in the three weeks since he joined our family. Even the vet seemed mildly surprised. Basie doesn’t really eat that much. He’s more of a grazer than a devourer. We’re still on our first bag of Puppy Chow. Maybe it’s the rabbit poop and dead birds he’s filling up on.
Here’s another picture, this time of him gunning for the camera strap:
