Ready for Prime Time TV!

Today was the Harrisburg Kennel Club show, which is a big dealio because the Groups for this show are always televised on Animal Planet. Since puppyhood, it has been a dream of mine to be on TV and here was my chance. (Okay, well, I've already been on TV a couple of times but thats a mere technicality; I'm ready to go again!) There was this small hurdle of making it INTO the group competition. With 8 top winning specials vieing for the spot, I really had to be on my game - chomping on hot dogs and looking pretty. I wasn't sure what to expect and then all of a sudden . . . it HAPPENED! The judge pointed at MOI!!!!

Happy Dance! Happy Dance!

And so it went. Way to represent in the Group ring!

Coming soon to an Animal Planet near YOU! Tune in on Saturday, July 25, 2009 to see ME strutt my stuff!

Small Victories

Although I continue to lament that puppies were not in my forecast, sometimes things work out for the best. My mom decided to take me to some shows to keep my mind off my missing babies. I skipped Westminster this year with the expectation that I was "expecting" but we did attend the preceding Garden Specialties. I have grown to love dog shows - and the hot dogs that flow so freely and I am pleased to share that "I'm a Winner!"

Can you say,
"Best-In-Specialty-Show-Number Four"?

It was so cool with all the pretty girls and handsome dudes from around the Country and the judge picked me as the prettiest! Best of all my Daddy was there to cheer me on.

I'll check back again - but this was just too good to keep to myself.

The Verdict Is

I'm just FAT!

Check back in a few months for the next Chapter to the story . . . .

I've Still Got It

While everyone else is pondering the big "is-she-or-isn't-she" dilemma, I've been having some ponderings of my own. I've been feeling a little slow lately and almost a little down. Just not quite my perky, chipper ole self. So, when the going gets ruff, the ruff go to the dog show . . . and eat hot dogs*. And just to confirm, I've still got it goin' on. I'm One Hot Momma! (Or is that "Hot Momma-To-Be.") I know 'cause the Judges gave me a RED RIBBON.

GROUP TWO

*I am not a cannibal. "Hot dogs" are not made from canines; it is a term of art referring to "yummie food." Now, some real dogs can be hot - as in "hubba hubba." Those kind of dogs I flirt with - or I would if I had the chance. My sissy Kayla usually beats me to it.

Am I or Aren't I?

I know everyone is dying to know... am I PREGNANT or not? Well Dad decided he'd take matters into his own hands, as Mom just isn't reliable these days. He scheduled me for another visit at the VET for Monday, December 8 at 6:30 p.m. for something called an ultrasound. Dad says he already knows, but Mom just can't tell. All I know is that I'm sooo tired these days. Either being beautiful is simply exhausting or I really am pregnant! Uh oh!! Stay tuned...

*YAWN*

Sorry that I haven't written more but . . . I'm tired.

There's No Place Like Home

It was good to be away but it is GREAT to be HOME! MY park. MY Chuck it. Back to MY RULES and being the Queen of all I rule.

It was a good thing I packed my . . . shoes.