I have very mixed feelings about the Westminster Kennel Club Show. The other night, I was reading the coverage online and was trying to explain it to my dog Joe, a puppy who is still learning all the ways of the world. (He sometimes still stands and watches in wonder as the el train rolls by.) “It’s a contest, Joe,” I said. “They’re trying to determine the best dog...” He was napping with his head on my lap, fighting for space with the laptop, but as soon as I said that, he opened one big brown eye and looked at me in a way I might have said was resentful, except that Joe is still pure of heart and hasn’t learned about resentment yet. “I know, you’re the best dog. And also the best-looking dog.” I thought for a moment. Joe closed his eyes and shoved the computer a few inches. “Okay, Joe,” I said. “They’re trying to figure out which dog fulfills some arbitrary standards of dog beauty and behavior, which is really dumb because all dogs are beautiful and perfect, especially you, and, yes, yes, you’re right, let’s go back to looking at things that are more important, like Bachelor recaps.” (Not that Joe is very interested in any human behavior that doesn’t involve either food or himself, but at least The Bachelor doesn’t question one of his core life beliefs, e.g., that he is the best dog in the world. And some of these recaps are works of comic genius.)
Still, there’s something about Westminster that gets to me every year, and this year I am very pissed that Daniel the golden retriever got beat out by Siba, the standard poodle. (Siba’s haircut also disturbs me. It’s a real villain haircut.) But I also can’t stop thinking about how Siba refused to eat her ceremonial victory dinner at Sardi’s because it was steak and she will only eat chicken, even if it’s in McChicken sandwich form. But Siba was hand-fed that chicken from a silver platter! I guess that’s a pretty good reward.
Joe’s more of a bacon dog himself. I think that’s what I would feed him if he won something very important like Westminster, or, let’s be honest, just for existing for another day, because we all know that we don’t deserve dogs and one of the reasons they put up with our idiocy is because we feed them.
What do you feed your dog for being a very good girl or boy?