Today, as we normally do on Thanksgiving, we watched the National Dog Show. Nathan, the blood hound won, which is awesome, since he’s been competing in dog shows since he was 6 months old. He is currently 4 years old.
I can’t help but react with delight as we watch these magnificently trained dogs, all of them, prance around in perfect form and follow their handler’s commands. They stand still, even when people are prodding at their teeth and examining them to make sure they’re up to standard.
One thing I found very fascinating was a cute little breed, called Coton de Tulear. It means Cotton of Tulear, a city in Madagascar. It’s coat looks exactly like a cotton ball. I can’t imagine how much brushing it must require daily to keep it’s coat untangled, but the dog sounds so sweet, it would totally be worth it.