We’re All the Puli Lady
RANT WARNING. If swearing offends you, please look away and spare your pearls the clutching.
Westminster Kennel Club’s annual show is upon us, a time when the best and brightest of the dog fancy are on display for the world to see. Unfortunately, while the best and brightest dogs are enjoying the spotlight, some people choose to display their not-best and certainly not-brightest character traits. This blog post is for you.
Herding was the fourth group up last night, and when the Puli was presented by a lady who happened to be wearing a yellow tracksuit and sneakers, some people took to social media to make fun of her and what she was wearing. You know who you are. You’re the same people who bitch about the judges looking at the handlers instead of the dogs. Hypocrite much?
There could have been any number of reasons for this lady to be wearing what she was:
- She normally has a handler and was not expecting to go into the ring;
- She flew with checked baggage, and the checked baggage did not arrive as planned;
- She forgot to pack a “show outfit;”
- She brought a suit from home that she had not worn in a while, and discovered before judging that the suit no longer fit;
- Since a fucking piece of cheesecake can routinely cost $19.99 in New York City, she did not have the disposable income to just “run down the street to Macy’s” and pick up a new suit on the fly;
- She didn’t give a shit what petty, small-minded assholes think, and chose instead to wear what was comfortable and to focus on her dog (and, if this was the reason, then she is about 5000 times more awesome than you.)
I personally have taken clothes to a dog show, only to discover — when I donned them 10 minutes before ring time — that they *ahem* had shrunk since I last wore them. I went into the ring wearing them anyhow; I was overwhelmingly self-conscious in addition to being physically uncomfortable, and guess how I showed? Like a fucking train-wreck, that’s how. My discomfort traveled right down the lead to my dog, and while I can’t say that my tight clothes were the reason we didn’t get the major that day, their role in the entire debacle sure didn’t help. If I had a do-over, I would have changed back into my jeans and sweatshirt, and all of you assholes who want to talk shit about what people are wearing could have made fun of me.
Yes, I have whispered behind my hand to a friend about some egregious show attire, and in that I am certainly no better than anyone else. Social media is more than just a whisper, though, there and gone as quickly as the air on which it is breathed. It’s there to stay, and to be seen and shared and spread. It says way more about YOU than about the lady you’re talking shit about. And what it says is NOT good.
The dog fancy has enough working against it without us devouring ourselves from the inside out. Animal rights activists and their agendas, anti-breeder legislation, PETA ads on billboards… How about we focus on presenting our best face to the public, instead of our asses?
I don’t know why “the Puli lady” was wearing a tracksuit. And you know what? Neither do you. We don’t need to. The dog is the one on display. Look at IT. And, another thing? SHE was showing her dog in the Group at Westminster. YOU were sitting on your couch making snotty remarks about her outfit. Her: 1. You: Zero.
Yes, there was something inappropriate and unattractive on display last night.
And it wasn’t a yellow tracksuit.