It’s that time of year again.
That’s right – the Westminster Kennel Club is holding their 134th dog show. The finals are tomorrow night – I trust your DVR is set. Mine is.
I’m sure you remember last year’s winner, Stump. We loved her!
Last year, Foxie Doxie and I watched DOGSHOW! and the hideous Pedigree “I know how to sit. But I don’t know how I ended up in a shelter” ads. And I cried. And then, that weekend? Lil’ Frankfurter came to live with us.
Coincidence? Umm … sure.
Lil’ Frank has pretty much taken over the place. But he has no interest in watching DOGSHOW! with me and Foxie. He’s too busy collapsing from Kong-induced exhaustion. But me and Foxie?
So, yet again, we’re watching DOGSHOW!. And I cried at the Pedigree ads. And tried to explain to My Guy why dogs without homes, mistreated dogs, bother me so much. He was very sympathetic until it came to my logical conclusion that I needed to bring home more dogs.
Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Lil’ Frank was literally sitting on his head while we were having this conversation.
My Guy suggested volunteering at a shelter. As if I wouldn’t come home with another dog. Right.
I know that I need another dog like I need a hole in my head. But really?
I’m a sucker. And I think of all the dogs out there who don’t have homes, who just want somebody to love, who don’t understand how they ended up where they are. And I feel responsible.
This, of course, is the perfect segue to talk about my upcoming appearance on Hoarders.
So, I’m going resist the urge to dog-up and keep it at two. But really?
Really, I’m the person who makes the beeline to the dog when I walk in a house. They’re often the most interesting people in the room.
This year, I’m pulling for the black dog who looks like a mop. It’s all about personality.
Look at the old dogs. Look at the not-so-perfect dogs that other people overlook. Give ’em a chance. And prevent me from showing up on Hoarders with 38 animals. OK?