then we went to the dog show. it is something i had promised atle's breeder. i knew i would hate it and i did it. all those people who actually think it makes a difference when some judge their dogs have cute arses. all this nervosity, expectations, envy. for fuck's sake, it is only a dog show. it was so sad, it did not matter to me whether atle would win, i was hoping his brother would, his family seemed very anxious to win, and had been preparing for the show for weeks.
i do not regret going there though. it was a really sick experience and you can never have too many of those. it was almost as sick as a beauty competition for babies. atle met some really hot bitches and made friends with some really weird dogs. and we were told that what we thought was some kind of a skin disease was something perfectly normal in bull terriers. it was too little dog related kitsch though so i only bought a couple of toys. a new lash and a cage.
atle was disoriented at first, he had never seen so many different dogs at the same time. he was very unsure and insecure - but then something happened when it was his turn on the catwalk. he did everything right, with the charisma of an overpayed super model. and that little fucker won, best-of-breed, with his sister coming second. now i am never going to get atle's breeder off my arse, he wants to take piglet to more shows. well he might, atle seems to love it. but i do not want to have anything to do with people who are in it quite seriously.