By Christie Keith
February 15, 2011
Okay, I know that there are ten million things wrong with dog shows, purebred dogs, and the whole genetic mess that is the world of the closed stud book.
I also know that popularity is a deadly curse for dog breeds.
But can we set that all aside for ten seconds, just long enough for me to scream: OMG! A Scottish Deerhound won Westminster!
I was once at a pet fair with a friend who was a hearing dog trainer, who was there to do a demonstration. I brought my beautiful Lillie with me — a conformation champion and my beloved companion who slept on the bed with me every night until she died at the age of 12.
And a woman with two children walked up to me and said, “That’s a face only a mother could love.”
It’s not the only time something like that’s happened to me, that some jerk felt the need to tell me that my sleek running machine was “bony” or that face with its melting eyes was “ugly.”
So like I said, I know all that other stuff is true. I really do. But would you just dance around the room yelling with me and Rawley tonight, because someone saw the beauty in this breed that I see every night when I go to sleep, and every morning when I open my eyes?
And please join me in sending congratulations to my friends Ceil and Scott Dove, who bred the lovely GCH Foxcliffe Hickory Wind and share their lives and 50-acre Virginia farm with her, and to her other owner, Sally Sweatt.
And hey, Gina… this, too:
Photo of Hickory courtesy of the Westminster Kennel Club.