Decided that rather than let a perfectly good Saturday go to waste while Dave did projects around the house, the kids and I (along with Jami and Trenton- did I mention my brother and sister-in-law and their adorable little baby moved out here and that I’m over the moon happy and enjoying them so much?) decided to go to a dog show. No reason, really, except that it sounded interesting. And interesting it was.

I was cracking up at all of it. The people that look like their dogs. There were lots. And the attitudes. The show dogs. The agility dogs. And everything in between. Lots and lots of people are really REALLY into their dogs. The dogs with nail polish and hairspray and straightening irons cracked me up. The owners, so serious, the tension in the air. Funny. I just think it’s cool that there is something for everyone. Any interest you have, most likely, you can find other people to enjoy it with (unless maybe mass murder…I like to think there aren’t many people into that little hobby). And even if you don’t enjoy other people, you can use your dog as a bridge to do it for you. Pretend it’s all about the dog, when it’s really all about you.

Why I felt the need to come say this while I don’t bother writing about plenty of other worthy, important things, I don’t know. But I’m still chuckling to myself at all the stuff we saw at the dog show.