Ever since I first saw the grandfather of all dog shows, the Westminster, I've wanted to go to New York and see it. Alas, I probably will never do so but I do get to watch it on TV each year.
Of course, I had lost hope that any manly dog would ever win in my lifetime. I mean, I saw poodles and pekinese but no Labrador or German shepard. Indeed, I've seen rats larger than some of the winners (and they probably had more courage than the winners. Heck, some of those dogs pee on themselves when they see their face in the mirror). Indeed, most winners easily fit into the silver bowl trophy and many have jumped in and done just that.
So you can imagine my joy this morning when I woke up to find that a Newfoundland had won the 128th annual Westminster! Yes! All 150lbs (~68kg) of him. Now, that's a dog. Oh, he doesn't fit in the silver bowl so I guess he'll just have to use it as his water dish...
