Did anyone else watch Greatest American Dog last night on CBS? We’ve never watched it, but we caught the tail end of it (heh) and I thought the girls might enjoy it. I couldn’t believe the melodrama of the judges. For the final challenge the dog owners and their pets had to create a painting using various techniques. One judge was so “professional” that she told a dog owner that her painting sucked. A painting…by a dog. Also, couldn’t a professional judge choose a better word than sucked? Apparently the judge thought the heart the dog painted looked like a pretzel. I would have trouble getting my 3-year-old child, much less a Pomeranian, to paint a perfect heart.
Speaking of dogs, this morning Miss C was sitting on her bedroom floor pulling tufts of fur off our Akita mix, Jack (it’s the kind of preening temptation you have when someone’s shoulders are peeling from sunburn). He’s shed enough lately to stuff a small sofa. I asked her to please stop, put the fur tufts in the trash, and wash her hands for breakfast.
“Oh mommy I just put his hair under here,” she says, pointing UNDER HER BED.