How did I live to be this old before realizing what fabulous television this is? I dropped the dogs off this morning to be cleaned up — it’s been a long winter and they were shaggy and dirty — and Barb, the dog groomer, mentioned that tonight was the sporting dog division (as my boys were, uncharacteristically, sitting and being attentive). So this afternoon, I checked out the USA network, and last night’s dog show was on during the afternoon.
Who knew? I LOVE the dog show. The dogs are so fabulous (although the handlers, as a group, need a visit from the Queer Eye guys — really, no need for your white slip to be flapping through the slit in your lovely navy blue dress — and while clearly, one needs to wear flats in order to run the dogs, there *must* be more attractive flats out there). At any rate — I grew up at horse shows, and so spent most of my formative years being taught to look at animals and see how they meet breed standards, and what is gorgeous about them. I LOVE the dog show. The dogs are so marvelous –even breeds I don’t particularly care for — one can see why *that* is a perfect example of a Whippet, while *that* is an astonishing-looking German shepherd.
I’m hooked. I’ve been calling everyone I know tonight who grew up around horse shows to tell them that I’ve gone over to the dog show side … and now, I must sign off, because it’s time for Best in Show. I’m rooting for that fabulous Norfolk terrier I saw this afternoon — my mother had a marvelous Norfolk Terrier when we were growing up — hated all children except for us — in memory of Gillie, I’m rooting for the Norfolk.