First show, two years ago:
Second show, last year:
This year, the tiniest crazy dog lady is old enough to cheer the dock dogs and agility dogs and have a great time at Meet the Breeds.
I know there are people who just say "Bleh, dog shows!" but I don't apologize for being raised to appreciate purebred dogs. I love all dogs. I do not sneer at mixed breeds, ever, ever! But this is my thing, like some people are into NASCAR and I totally don't get that, but I know it's a thing, just not my thing. Dogs are my thing.
I do get snarly when self-righteous self-proclaimed dog people condemn all breeders as if breeder always means puppy mill. Murphy and Sophie both came from professional breeders, quality show breeders that raised and finished champions, and offered the not-quite-ready for Westminster to people like me, on spay/neuter, swear you'll call us if you ever have to give them up so they never land in a shelter, very detailed contracts. They came from happy homes full of happy couch-sleeping dogs, and there are thousands of caring breeders like them.
Murphy came to me via a former co-worker who was heavily connected in the Florida Yorkie
Sophie came on a similar arrangement, but at a year old. I'd been scouting a Boston puppy for months, and had been in communication with a breeder in Jacksonville. When Sophie was offered at a year old I didn't think twice - I'd talked to this woman a few times and, damn, you think I'M a crazy dog lady? I am an amateur. I had to drive to their house two hours away and be interviewed for over two hours before they let me leave with their little girl. It took a while to plan my trip to Jax to interview for their dog, because the breeder and her dogs, including Sophie, were at the Boston Terrier National Show the week before we met up. They waved from the driveway as we left. This was a big thing for them.
I waited many months for my dogs, I researched, I called, it was damn near as complicated as adopting a baby, and that's why I get snarly at people who talk like all purebred dogs are victims of a hateful, cruel production breeding system, condemning all dog breeders as "part of the problem," rather than focusing their righteous wrath on puppy mills and the pet shops that peddle their unfortunate little "products", and backyard breeders, and jackasses who don't spay and neuter because...I don't know why they don't bother, but they don't. THAT is where unwanted dogs come from, not from the world of serious dog breeders. And from my Old Lady perspective, I have to say that this problem has improved HUGELY in the last 20 years. Pet shops that sell purebred pets are almost extinct around here, and rescues get lovely news stories and publicity.
My, that was a ranty little segue, wasn't it? Consider it a flashback to crap I've heard in the past.
So, anyway, Saturday is the dog show, and Saturday night is her mom's school Christmas party, so I will have a dinner guest again. We will eat pizza and watch a Disney movie, and possibly both fall asleep before her parents come to get her.