Tonight was the first round of the annual Westminster Beauty Contest. It's kind of like the Super Bowl for dogs.
Needless to say, I was interested in watching, especially the Terrier Group. So, I stole Grandpa's chair and TV and made myself comfortable. And, of course, I was rooting for the wire fox terrier. Here he is. He's very handsome. Sexy, too. A real chick magnet.
I watched him do his routine and then I realized that I'd rather be here, cozy and comfy in one of my favorite chairs. Now look at the sad expression on this poor guy. He doesn't look happy at all. He wants to be home cozy and comfy in his chair, too. Or else he has to go to the bathroom and is embarrassed to do it in front of the judge and on national television.
And how about this little cutie. Look at those eyes. (Please bigify.) He looks scared to death. Maybe he has stage fright. Or else he saw something that he shouldn't have.
Oh look! There's Lacie!! Or is it Stella? Or is it Toby? I don't know. It's hard to tell from here.
And the Terrier Group winner! A Scottie. I don't know any Scotties, and I've never been to Scotland. But he is very distinguished and dapper looking.
So, the wire fox terrier didn't win. Humph. Wait 'til next year!!