Chet The Dog

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Westminster (3)

“Is the notion of dignity owed to the nation within?” Admin says. “If so, what do we think of this?” (2014 runner-up, best in show.)

Welcome Caesar.

Talking Politics

Bernie’s doing whatever he does on the computer. He glances up and says, “Looks like Obama’s going to have trouble with the Blue Dogs.”

Whoa. Stop right there. Blue dogs? There’s Mitzy, a poodle over in Pottsdale who’s kind of bluish under a certain light, but other than that I can’t think of any other blue dogs, and I can’t imagine Obama having trouble with Mitzy. And if he did, wouldn’t Bo protect him?

My takeaway? It’s not easy being president. With all our ups and downs, running a detective agency is better.

IQ

“Here’s some guy named Stanley Coren,” Bernie said, “claims dogs are as smart as two-year-old children.”

I paused by the water bowl. Was that good or bad?

“He’s designed all these tests. The newer breeds tend to be the smartest. Border collies, poodles and German shepherds are supposedly at the top. You’ve got at least two of those, don’t you, big guy?”

Fine with me, if Bernie said so, but for no particular reason I had this sudden desire to track down Stanley Coren and grab him by the pant leg. I lapped up some water instead. Fresh and cool, just the way I like it. I felt better.

Tomorrow: Who’s that knocking?

Marcia Ball

Bernie’s a big fan of Marcia Ball. Once we actually saw her play. We were working on a case, the details kind of fuzzy, but at one point we were at this outdoor party at a rich guy’s place, and Marcia Ball was the entertainment. Bernie and I were real close to the piano. Can her fingers fly, or what? 

Bernie’s favorite Marcia Ball song is Let Me Play With Your Poodle. He gets a big kick out of it, thinks it’s funny for some reason. Don’t get it, myself. I’ve played with poodles, more than once. Take this poodle named Hortense, for example. She tried to snap up a chew strip that I knew for sure, or almost, was meant for me. What was funny about that?