Some call the Oscars "the Super Bowl for women." Tori wouldn't entirely agree; although she does watch portions of the Oscars (mostly to exchange approximately 671 phone calls with her little sister, judging the outfits on the red carpet), her Super Bowl is the Westminster Dog Show.
I'm not a dog person. Mind you, I like dogs. I'm glad they exist. (Pugs, French bulldogs, chihuahuas, and Boston terriers are exceptions, but they're not actually dogs: they're members of the vermin family.) But I'm just not into the dog show stuff. Dogs should not be shown off by WASPs at Madison Square Garden; they should be scarfing down Snausages and peeing on the Earth. But Tori enjoys the show, roots for her favorites, and allows me to blog quietly in the office.
Ya know, I don't have a conclusion for this blog entry. So I'll stop. Pugs should be fed to the homeless. Bye.
Really, I think pugs are really muscley, I don't know that they would make a good meal, even for the homeless.
Posted by: eighmie | 11 February 2009 at 04:12 PM