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Confessions of a Showdog

Motherhood

I gave birth to 5 big fat puppies. It took me a while to get used to them. I was so used to being the baby of the house. Seemed very weird for me to be the mommy. But thankfully Mother Nature took its course and my maternal instincts kicked in. Now the hungry little monsters won't leave me alone!

My mom is totally in love with all of them, but I know I'm still her favorite. I miss being the baby though and can't wait to snuggle into bed with my mom. The pups are a month old now and already showing signs of their champion line. I daresay I'm proud of them, even if they are a demanding little crew. We're putting them up for sale so if any of you can provide a good home for my little champions, please let my mom know.

It's shameless promotion, I know. But I gotta get rid of them. There's only room for one doggie in the my mom's spotlight and that doggie is me. So there.

It's not easy being beautiful

I come from a whole line of champions. And you can't imagine the pressure of living up to everyone's expectations. My daddy is a grand champion and I'm very close to becoming a Philippine champion. Sounds like all fame and glory, but there are so much sacrifices I have to make to take the show rings by storm.

For one thing, there's that nasty stripping I have to go through once a year. If you've ever had a bikini wax, you'll know how I feel. Imagine getting all the hairs in the upper part of your body ripped out of you. All for the sole purpose of growing the wire hair required of show quality dogs. Imagine the indignity of coming home to my mommy bald from the skirt up, looking like Dr. Evil's cat. It's quite humiliating, really. Not to mention painful.

And then there's the constant grooming and brushing I have to put up with, lest I get the dreaded knots and mats in my fur. In which case, I have to go through some rigorous de-knotting which is not a very pleasant experience. Not to mention getting ear hairs yanked out of me in the most ungentle manner. No wonder I detest any form of grooming!

Then there's the constant powdering and hair drying and nail clipping and all the other indignities I have to suffer to just to be beautiful. But I suppose despite all that stress to rack up points, I must confess I have a certain pride in strutting my stuff in the ring. And my mommy is always SO proud of me. Plus I get the added perk of yummy chicken liver from my handler, Mr. Reuben. (Anyone with the magical chicken liver has my undivided attention ;) haha)

It's not easy coming from champion stock. But my mommy thinks I'm the prettiest shcnuazer to ever walk the earth, and the unconditional love and affection I get is enough. I guess I'll put up with this show ciruit for a few years, enjoy being in the company of equally beautiful dogs. And someday retire with all my trophies and ribbons, live the rest of my life as a normal dog. And at long last, be done with all that nasty hair plucking and stripping. When that day comes, I'll just be happy trotting along by my mommy's side, getting all the belly rubs I want.