Black Poodles are the devil in disguise. That was the thought that popped into my mind as I watched Surrey
Spice and the Standard Poodle, Ch. Randenn Tristar Affirmation (call name Yes), during the Non-Sporting Group. Those eyes! That haughty expression! They just scream “I’m clever, I’m cunning, I have the potential to be deliciously evil.” All that and beauty, too. Yes, even with that clip. Or maybe because of it.
I took over Jerry’s recliner at 6 sharp, with Bella at my side and Harper in my lap, only to discover that we had missed the Hound Group and were now on to Terriers. My least favorite Group, with apologies to Terrierman. As an art lover, I can appreciate their sculptural appearance–artificial though it may be–but our personalities just wouldn’t mesh. I think I could live with a Skye or a Sealyham, though. Maybe.
I call my friend Tamela to make fun of the Bedlington’s name: Ch. Velvety Angel Eyes. We discuss the fact that judge Peter Green has dismissed two dogs from the ring because their handlers used to work for him. Wouldn’t you know that ahead of time and send in a different handler? Maybe it’s against the rules to change handlers. Stupid rules, if that’s the case. What’s the point of winning your breed if you know your dog is going to be excused from the ring because he has the wrong handler? Maybe someone can clear this up for me.
Harper does not like the Border Terrier or the Wire Fox Terrier. She jumps off my lap each time, walks up to the TV screen and growls menacingly at them. She doesn’t care for the terrier mix-looking dog looking at himself in the PetCo ad, either. Great, my dog has the same prejudices I do. I wonder if she would growl at a Re, oh, never mind. Wrong blog.
Peter Green is a terrier man from way back–and funny. He walks down the line, quacking at all the dogs to elicit expression from them. “Well, he is a former handler,” David Frei explains. The Norwich barks at him. I think it ought to get extra points for that, and indeed it goes Group 3.
Although I miss sitting at the press table, I have to admit that I’m enjoying being at home, having Jerry bring me ice cream because there are dogs in my lap, and getting to hear the color commentary for once. The Wheaten has a breeder/owner/handler, Frei notes approvingly.
The Staffordshire Bull Terrier is a good-looking dog. I have a soft spot for them. One of my early moves as editor of Dog Fancy was to hire former AKC Gazette features editor Marion Lane to write a column about life with her new SBT puppy. We called it Raisin’ Nell. She’s a super writer and I was always entertained by her adventures with Nell.
The Pedigree Foundation has a wonderful series of ads promoting shelter adoptions. Most of us saw the first one during the Super Bowl–the Westminster of football games, as Frei likes to say–but they’ve added a couple more. “Tonight as we celebrate the best purebred dogs in the world, let’s not forget about the ones who aren’t so lucky,” the narrator says. “Remember Echo, Otis and Frankie.” They have a nice website with information on how to adopt, volunteer or donate. Dogs rule, indeed–and so do cats.
As we watch the Non-Sporting dogs, Frei says the AKC is considering reworking the Groups, adding more and moving some breeds around. It’s about time. I’ve been saying they should do that for years, but no doubt they didn’t want to look as if they were copying the Federation Cynologique Internationale. There should be a Nordic Group, they should move the Dalmatian to the Working Group, and the Toys should be renamed the Companion Group, with many of the Non-Sporting Dogs moved under that category. That’s just for starters.
The Schipperke looks like a cross between a hyena and a warthog, Jerry says. I assume he means in silhouette because they’re not unattractive. Actually, neither are hyenas and warthogs. Warthogs were our surprise favorite animal in Africa because of the cuteness factor. But I digress.
We’re watching the Herding Group now. I decide early on that I have to root for the Australian Shepherd because his name is Copyright. The Beardie bounces up and down for the judge. Here comes the poor German Shepherd. It horrifies me every time I see that sloping rear. They did not look like that 35 years ago. It horrifies me, too, that it has been 35 years since I was a kid and we had German Shepherds. Oh well.
Harper has lost interest in my lap and the show. She is rolling on the floor, clutching a toy to her chest and gnawing on its head. Twyla has taken her place in my lap, and Bella hasn’t moved. I was going to rant about the extra weight show dogs are required to carry to be competitive in the ring, but I can’t remember now what set me off about it, and I want to go back and watch the Hound Group. I think I’ve lost my chair, though.
Update: Always a bridesmaid, never a Best in Show. I’ve been watching my friend Susan’s Bloodhounds for years at this show. She’s come so close, winning the Breed and the Group several times. Her current bitch, Rita, went Group 3 tonight. In other Hound news, will the WKC never update the announcer’s script so he will quite saying that the Ibizan Hound and the Pharaoh Hound date back 3,500 and 4,400 years? DNA evidence says not quite.