Instead of admitting my (closeted! tempered! highly conditional!) fandom by watching the Longhornz whup up on OSU tonight I decided to watch (thx Z!) the Westminster Kennel Club working group finals. The good thing about being a sled dog fan is you’ve got three shots at winning. The husky best of breed (Merlot) kinda left me eh (despite red/white goodness). The Samoyed was an stunningly beautiful dog, but sedate, not feisty enough. The Malamute though, gorgeous, romping, placed third behind the Giant Schnauzer and someone unimportant. Her name is Kimmy (and/or Nanuke’s Still The One). The Malamute breed judging is online here if you want to see.
In the finals, we had a seven-afro’d standard poodle, the unfortunately-named scottish deerhound (Tiger Woods), a (peeing?) scottish terrier that’s a little too reminisent of Barney to be cheer-for-able, a rasta-tastic Puli, a sussex spaniel with ginormously michael bolton ears, a tiny toy pug-like thing and the aforementioned giant schnauzer. The sussex spaniel won in the end, provoking mad-ambivalence across the land. The only good thing I’ll concede is I like an old dog winning – the sussex is 10 years old, leaving the door open for mmmja to storm the scene next year…
UPDATE: Deadspin on one of the (non-finalist) Samoyed handlers…
I first noticed him when he yelled at a small child who dared to try to pet his dog. But it gets worse. You know how most handlers will keep their dog’s attention by holding out a snack, before eventually giving it to the animal? Well Lord Withersnatch’s novel technique consists of getting the dog to focus by whipping out a treat, then tossing it beyond the dog’s reach so it just stands there, staring at it. You can slap a kid for all I care, but when you start taunting dogs, then it’s on.
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