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August 27th, 2004
Dogs just can’t be dogs anymore.
What happened to the normal dog? The real man’s dog that hikes it’s leg on fire hydrants. Or maybe the beer-drinking pit bull from the 80s. Or the annoyingly cute taco-eating chihuahua from the 90s. They’ve all gone the way of the buffalo.
Normal dogs have been replaced by virtually metrosexual dogs. Dogs who have forgotten what it’s like to be a real dog. Now, it’s all about the right color bows in your fur. The right sassy side-to-side walk. The right rhythmic wag of your tail. The right cornflower blue Gucci collar. The right handler with the right obnoxiously loud sundress. Who’s to blame for this travesty?
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August 27th, 2004
Six months after my dog Jack was born he and I began to do the dog-show circuit. Oh sure… he had fun at first. He got to meet new dogs. He got to dress up. His hair was done. Extensions were added. The thrill of victory was all new to him. One time he even said, “Ruff…Ruff…RUUUUFFA.” (In Terrier that means ‘this is great’). I guess I didn’t notice that somewhere along the line his enthusiasm gave way to obligation.
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August 27th, 2004
Competition brings out the WORST in people. But if “worstest” was a word in Webster’s Dictionary, competition would bring that out in dogs.
It’s a common misconception that the world famous Westminster Dog Show held every year is a prim and proper event. Full of prestige. An honor to even be included. Divine festivities touched by the hand of the Pope himself. Not the current one but the one that had a dog. I think it was Pope III. No matter. If you believe any of the preceding paragraph, I have a small Ziploc baggy full of doggy poo to sell to you as well.
Yes, it’s all a ruse. And I know the secret. Come close. Closer. Closer still. (whispering) Westminster is a literal dog-eat-dog competition.
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August 27th, 2004
Oh, how I spit on you, you Westminster Dog Show, you.
Never before on the face of the Earth (prior to your existence) has man sought out to trim and cut, comb and frizz, shave and primp a dirty old dog. Never before have humans judged how they walk, how things hang and how dogs prance. Never before have I felt my saliva glands so full in preparation of a loogie the likes of which no mere mortal has ever seen.
Dogs lick their genitals. Dogs chase their tails. Dogs rip apart mail that shoots through mail slots. Yes, oh boy, they can learn 200 words. They have the intelligence of a 3 year old. Is that any reason to host some kind of a dog Olympics around them? Giving out medals and causing normal adults to enter into a world of OCD’s where the length of an eyebrow hair is worth their life?
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August 27th, 2004
Is anybody watching this stuff?
The Westminster Dog Show must be the least entertaining program on television. I don’t intend to waste my time watching dogs prance around like they’re a part of high society, and neither should any of you. From what I can see, before they show the dogs‚ wealthy owners who feel they’re above everyone else, prepare their dogs by getting all sorts of doggy manicures to make them look their prissiest. They even make an effort to name the dog something snobby, such as “Ch Salilyn ‘N Erin’s Shameless” or, “Ch Loteki Supernatural Being.” Then they work day in and day out to teach the dog how to walk properly. Or, more commonly, they hire trainers to work day in and day out to teach the dog how to walk properly.
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