(Of course, little do they know, WE have the Best Dog in America.)
(But Ben has made it clear -- he just doesn't want to be bothered with the paparazzi. Plus, there's that teeny-tiny issue of no papers and a confusing question of Lab and SharPei hanging from the family tree. Details, details.)
Six years ago, The Wonderfully Patient Spouse and I realized a life-long dream (who doesn't after watching the movie "Best in Show"?) and attended the ding-dang event. I will tell you, my friends, it is a spectacle and then some. One. Hundred. Thirty. Five. Years. That's some serious bounty of dogs. And owners. And handlers.
I WANT TO GO BACK. SOON. (Note: These aren't the best photos -- taken on a camera-in-a-box, I seem to recall. Life is so much better with a digital camera.)
First of all, it's at Madison -- friggin' -- Square Garden -- ironically, one of the most iconic sports and entertainment facilities in the country. And it's gone to the DOGS for two days each year. Still, it's a pretty heady feeling walking on the floor. I mean, some of the BEST athletes, artists and dogs have tread the pines at MSG.
Second, mid-town Manhattan is awash in dogs for 72+ hours -- you can't turn a corner without finding a handler or owner giving little Muffy her morning/afternoon/constitutional.
Third, the WKCDS is a benched show. That means you can go down and mingle with dogs, trainers, handlers, owners, and O.M.G. groomers all day long.
But this was so precious.
Fourth, you develop a whole new appreciation and/or aversion for Sensible Shoes and really, really bad suits three sizes too small for the body squeezed inside them.
I've got to go. Sorry for the bad photos. BUT it's time for The Terriers! Next stop, BEST IN SHOW!
Oh the humanity.