How bad can it get?

I will tell you how bad it gets. Last night I watched some dog show. It was something called Westminster or something like that. I mean I don’t even like dogs. So since I don’t like dogs, I couldn’t get myself to root for a dog so I had to root against a few. For instance, I hate poodles. Those aren’t dogs in my opinion. A dog is a beagle or a blue tick or some other hound. All the rest are foo foo dogs and I don’t like them. Here is a real dog:

So there I was watching a dog show and out comes, you guessed it, a poodle. The hair stood up on the back of my neck as it pranced around and shook its fuzzy little tail. That was my number one pick for last place. No doubt it had to be last. This isn’t that poodle but you get the picture.

I am happy to say that the hounds did well and the winner was some kind of short legged spaniel that I have never seen before. I think his name was stumpy or pudgy or some other fitting name. I couldn’t believe that he won but I am glad he did. Here he is:

Now here is the best part about Stumpy winning. He was the oldest dog in the field and was 10 years old. That is 70 in dog years. Along with that, he had a brush with death a few years ago but miraculously recovered. So here is what it boils down to. The top dog for this year is a short, overweight, over 70 year old dog that most of us couldn’t name if we had to. There is hope for my future. And for those of you still wanting Change, here ya go:

Oh I almost forgot. I got an award from Carmen and here it is. Please visit her and read all about it. It is the Friendship award. Thank you so much Carmen. I like to think I am a friend to everyone.





Have a great day,
Greg