It's that time of year again. And it makes me sick. Last night was the start of the Westminster Kennel Club dog show in New York. All these cutesy dogs competing to be best-of-breed. Gag me with a bone. Are these dogs so insecure that they need an award to validate their existence?
Living a dog's life is an art. And like Marlon Brando said about the Oscars, art isn't a competition. We're all winners!
Besides, the whole thing is rigged. You think it's a coincidence that Bill Cosby's terrier won its category? What did it do? Have the best monologue?
If this travesty continues next year, they should at least give it the minimal level of dignity applied to contests like Miss USA and Miss World. Have a swimsuit competition. And make all the dogs wear high heels.
Anyway, they're lucky that mutt isn't a breed. Because I would win. And believe me, they wouldn't want me on their red carpet. It would be orange by the time I was done -- if you know what I mean.
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Dogs could also answer questions about world politics better than beauty pageants.
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