Dog Show!

Saturday we went to the Houston Arboretum for a dog fashion show. A what? A doggie fashion show. They called it, "Mutt Strut" although more than a few of the dogs were purebred. We like to watch dog shows on TV. Why not attend one? For a good cause? AND we happened to know one of the principal pooches, Dolly. The picture on the right is Dolly. She's a mutt. But that's not me holding her.

For some reason, Dolly was getting "married," and there were a few pups with top hats courting her. Fortunately, we didn't get to see the marraige consumated.

It was a gorgeous day in Memorial Park. A glorious spring day.

Unfortunately, that also means that there are things blooming, and the wife has a number of allergies, many of them to blooming things. She was fine while at the park, but suffered greatly that evening with a massive headache, most likely brought on by all those blooming things.

It's very difficult to take pictures of dogs, especially when there are a whole lot of OTHER dogs around to get their attention.

Seems like every time I thought I had a good shot, the dog would look away or move JUST BEFORE THE SHUTTER CLICKED! Time and time again!

So many butts to sniff! So many places to pee!


The food and drink was free, and the entry fee goes to the Houston Arboretum. A good time was had by all.

Rocko, a Rottweiler with shades and a leather cap, shared first-place honors in the "BIG DOG" category with Howlie, a Shetland sheepdog with a beautiful boa for a leash. Rocko was one bad-ass lookin' dog, and his owner was rather tough herself. You'd better be pretty tough to handle a Rottweiler.

I thought I had a good pic of Howlie, but it rather sucked.

The winner in the Small Dog category was Lucy, shown with the sunflower around her head, but for some reason Lucy took off before she could even have her owner pick up her reward. They're still looking for her.

We're still thinking about getting another dog, since our Eddie passed away over a year ago.

So many dogs!

We don't want to get a really big dog, because it would pull the wifes arms out of her sockets, make huge turds, and we just don't have much of a yard at all. A small dog makes the most sense, but we have three flights of stairs, so it had better be pretty stout. No daschounds.

A couple of dogs sure took a liking to me, but it could have been because I had a burrito.