My humans took me to Washington DC last weekend and left me in a hotel room by myself a lot. This was my first time in a hotel and I got lots of comments and lots of attention. When I was out of the room and on parade, that is. I really think I could have done this dog show thing that my mom and pop and sister and brothers do, and that my buddy Wimsey (the Relentlessly Relentless) does. Too bad they took my gajingles. As far as I can tell, it seems to involve standing around looking pretty and being admired by lots of people (and I haven't been bathed or brushed in a month, Mommy lost my rake). I have no idea what my humans mean when they they were all "too much work, bla bla bla" and "no time, bla bla" and "you must be crazy, bla bla bla bla." I have plenty of time on my paws, and I like to work (especially guarding stuff, that is SO much fun!). And isn't it a shame, because Mommy runs so well with no training at all, she doesn't even need the cavalettis:
Mango, you still have your gajingles. Doesn't this look like fun?
My beautiful Pop has been to Westminster. Isn't he handsome?