It's been a cold and snowy day here in Lexington. This evening I decided to just take it easy. First I started off by fixing myself one of my favorite dinners, a simple salmon salad and a glass of wine. I settled in on my big comfy sofa to enjoy my dinner and to catch up on some reruns of NCIS. Before I knew it I had a little black dog cuddled in at my side.
The NCIS episode went off, and the next show up was the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. Now I'm not one that makes a regular habit out of watching dog shows, but I was still eating my dinner and feeling a little lazy. So I didn't immediately change the channel.
The first group up was going to be The Hound Group. Okay, I love the hounds. They seemed to grab Bianka's attention too. So we made an agreement that we'd watch the hound group before carrying on with the rest of our evening. After all, we had to root for the doxies.
I was surprised that Bianka showed so much interest in this event.
I don't see what the big deal is. I'm cuter than all of those dogs. Look at the face on that long-haired standard dachshund. There is no expression. I bet he couldn't get himself out of trouble when he gets into the trash or digs up his mom's garden. And look he's getting all those treats. I could totally be a show dog. This is so not fair. Why is everyone so excited about these guys?
That wire-haired mini...
He's kinda cute. Everyone is cheering for him.
Mom, do you think he's cuter than me?
You always say I'm the cutest. You really mean it right?
You don't think those other dogs are better than me.
Remember I'm your girl, and I love you, and you still think I'm cute right?
And I'm not too much trouble am I, Mom?
I'm your Little Dog. We're a team.
Aren't we Mom?
Bianka, how could I love any face other than that one?
That's a relief.
I'll sleep easier tonight.
What? Don't you judge me.