One of the Terrier Wheelies that lives with the three P's (our judges) has offered to move in with the Terrier Group Winner! That's right, their mom is packing this little wheelie's bags right now for his journey to his new home. Thanks Penny, Poppy, and Patches Mom!
As you know, those terriers are awfully competitive. The Leuradales went shopping just to assure there would be enough trophies to go around in the Terrier Group judging because, let's face it, they think they are all winners.
Photo by Petey
Of course it was impossible to keep that Lacie Beast away from anything known as a "loving cup!" I think her plan is to intercept my unsuspecting brother, Floyd, on his way home from Westminster.
Photo by Petey
Stanny was all over that action! And poor little Joey could not hide the Terrier in Boston Terrier! Bad Sophie! Shame! Shame!
And that Patches is pretty rough trade herself. The Patches stare can cause lesser Terriers to freeze in their tracks.
Penny was persuaded to resume her seat in the judges booth with Patches to protect her.
Even then, we had to wait about 438 hours while those whatsits finished with some last minute prepping!
OK, anytime now, guys, whenever you're ready.
Caught up in some sort of sleep depraved induced 70's flashback madness, Momma actually put this CD on full blast for the judging!!
I, Mango, donned my protective head gear lest the Abba combined with the horrific screeching from the, shall we say, more petite terriers cause permanent hearing loss. OK, Penny, Poppy, and Patches, I think we are ready to begin.
Hi...I'm a flea who lives on Scruffy's back. Am I allowed to vote? Frankly, I vote for Asta...she's totally HOT!!!!!
Terrier group reader's choice goes to.... PETEY!
Petey? You there dude? You won the Reader's Choice?
That's it! This competition is officially out of control!
Terrier Group Judging
Naturally, the Beast had to get a touch up before appearing on stage.
And then insisted on making an acceptance speech...
Oh my, this is so unexpected....I'd expected to WIN, damnit...anyhow, I'm caught off-guard and only have only prepared 3 or 4 pages in my acceptance speech.
First of all, I'd like to thank my manager, my agent, my hairdresser, my makeup artist, my manicurist, my bikini waxer, my eyebrow plucker, my dentist, my Botox administrator, my facialist, my personal stylist, my trainer, my Pilates coach, my whelper, my veterinarian, Dogatella Versace and the whole gang at the Snausages headquarters.
Oh, and that lady-I can't believe I've forgotten her name-that feeds me and walks me and cleans up the house. Mimsey? Mopsy? Sorry, it's slipped my mind.
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the encouragement of my dozens-strike that-thousands of boyfriends, past, present and future. Unfortunately, several restraining orders prevent me from mentioning them by name, but they know who they are.
And I must thank my parents for my incredible bone structure, naturally curly hair, sparkling eyes, scintillating wit, Olympian athletic prowess, ability to speak several languages and my incredible sex appeal (that continues to flourish even after being spayed!)
I'd like to thank that Foxy Gal who is the wind beneath my winds (No, Mango, NOT the wind beneath my tail...that would be you, you big old blowhard!)...Asta. She never once complains about having to take the backseat to my charm and beauty. And we wear the same size in Manolo Barkniks.
What? Wrap it up??? Where's that music coming from? I only have 3 ½ more single-spaced pages extolling my award-winning virtues. Ack! Scruffy! Get back! Drop it! DROP IT YOU ROTTEN MUTT! Baby Stan - sit stay! What are you doing with my speech, you brutes! ACKKK!
I'm sorry, but the dogs ate my homework. You'll just have to wait for the DVD of my Acceptance speech to be released on iTunes and in stores on February 14 - St. Lacie's Day! Get your flower orders in early, fellas! (Blows kisses to the screaming mob!)
Mango: Oh, are you done already? Um, great speech, Lacie... I think.
Mango: Mitch's sissy was pretty miffed that she didn't win and tried to grab the poor chap. Check out the poodle leg on Maggie. I think she might have been misled regarding proper Aire-cut at the salon by the Lacie Beast.
I had to escort Maggie out of the ring to let her cool her jets a bit.
Here is Mitch, your first runner up, showing off those dreamy eyes that so captivated our judges. Good job, Mitch!
Mango: Stanny's sissy, Stella didn't see any comedy in losing out to her brother...
And once again, an irate Count Test Ant had to be escorted out of the ring.
Here's GooberStan with his winning Goob face! Good job, Stan, you won the terriers! What a great day for the Airedales!
So that concludes the group competitions and now its right back into the ring for Best in Show! 110 doggies started their journey on Monday night, but now its down to just seven competitors. Which one will it be? Tune in Sunday night to find out!
Best in Show Polls Close at 5PM EST on Sunday, February 15th.
Representing the Toy Group
Hi I'm Pumpkin, a little Japanese Chin in the big city of Chicago. I'm a Libra, I'm on the Atkins diet, and I'm a card-carrying member of Fart Club. My hobbies are supermodeling, chewing bully sticks, and attempting to befriend cats.
Representing the Sporty Group
[Mango: Charlie chose to let her show photo speak for itself, and she has provided helpful "vote for me" instructions. Thanks, little pug]
Representing the Hound Group
I am very proud to be a part of the Mango-minster competition. Just to be here is amazing. To win best of the hound group was incredible. I would very much like to represent all the hounds of the world as the Best in Show!
The photo I'm attaching shows all of my winningest qualities all at once - how cool is that?!?
Representing the Herding Group
Representing the Working Group
I iz so happee to be da winner ov da Working Groop! Tank woo fur all ov woo dat voted fur me and fur my big brudder Gus. We arr still noo to dis blogging thingy, but we have already fownd soo manee grrreat friends and we luv every won ov woo soooo muchy.
We iz sooo happee to Mango fur starting Mango-Minster. So a big "tank woo" to him. See, I iz a Merle Great Dane. And dat A-K-C groop callz us merlies "undesirable". Ov course, wen my mommee saw me fur da furst time, she did not tink ov me as undesirable. I stole her hart wif my big feet and my droopee eyez. And we iz happee to represent all da Danez owt there, and especially those undesirable puppehs who don't get a shot to show there stuff.
I iz alsow happee to be rep-ree-senting da Working Groop. I wurkz furry harrd every day to eet my 8 cups ov food in 1 minite orr less, pick pears off uv da pear tree fur me and Gus, and eet as mannee cupcakez as I can befur mommee can catch me. I also wurk hard to play wif my brudder Gus, and to fill up arr yarrd wif lots uv big logz dat daddee has to pick up. I hope dat these skillz will help in my runn fur da Best In Show.
Tank woo all again fur yur votez, and paws crossed fur all da Best In Show puppehs. We don't know how dat Khyra will deeside!
Representing the Terriers
Goober love & smooches to everyone,