Who Can Judge Talent?

The guardians have been captivated by some silly televised talent show called "American Idol" for the past few months. I can't see too well in two dimensions but I can hear just fine and some of those so-called contestants are just plain painful to listen to. It all sounds like idol chatter to me.

I think it is totally unfair not to include dogs in the competition. I know a few howlers that sound ten times better than any of the chumps they have on that show. Then for the grand prize you have your choice between a year supply of kibble or a record deal.

But who is my favorite Idol judge? I don't know, really. It's a toss-up. You see, Randy speaks my language, dawg. But he keeps his boys in something he likes to refer to as the "Pound" which is not a nice place to be if you're a canine. It must be a cool joint if you're a tall one. Simon speaks his mind and is just as stubborn as any good B-Boy; plus he's got that vicious streak I find appealing. And Paula, well, she looks like she might drop some food.

It pretty much was a consensus among the tall ones that guy Taylor deserved the prize. Is it just me or does he bare a slight resemblance to an Old English Sheep Dog with that mop of gray and white hair? He's alright in my book for a two-legger. I might even offer my services as "Soul Patrol K-9 Security". Of course it's only another venue through which I can make The B-Boys seem legit. You know kind of like how The Hell's Angels were hired for concert security that one time.

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