Two days after I wrote about Malachy the Pekingese winning Best in Show at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, my Peke (Henry) and almost-Peke (Gigi) are belatedly expressing their opinions of my post by vomiting on every carpeted area of the house. Their persistent habit of licking deadly substances off the sidewalks followed by the deliberate targeting of my rugs simply proves my post’s point: they are stubborn assholes. The next time I feel ill, I’m going to throw up on Henry’s dog bed and see how he likes it. For now, I’ll give him a taste of his own medicine by standing very, very close to him and staring at him intently while he eats.
The way Henry eats is much like Malachy, whom you can see devouring chicken off a silver plate in this video. This is why we call Henry a “pig-dog.”
I must admit that I am impressed Malachy got to ring the opening bell at the New York Stock Exchange. I got to stand on the balcony for the closing bell back in 2000 or 2001, when a friend’s father retired after 50 years of working at the exchange. My friend smuggled me in — I was the only non-family member there. By that time, I’d worked in business journalism for about 10 years, and what happened at the opening and closing bells was part of every workday. Being there in person was the thrill of my life and anyone who gets to ring one of the bells is a huge star to me — even if it’s a pig-dog.
Someone residing here at the Prepatorium thinks the name ‘pig-dog’ is a little harsh. Of course, this is the same party who also licks things: the floors, carpet, her binky, etc. At times The Consort says she is making us live in the Barfatorium.
Happy weekend to you Miss Wendy,
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I’m soooooooo upset. Daisy and I missed the show this year. We have a ritual of snuggling up in bed while she barks at any close-ups of the dogs (she is very territorial and doesn’t understand they haven’t come onto her turf, just the telly).
I wanna see that pooch ring the bell!
hahah I can’t get over how long that dog’s hair is. It must get a lot of crumbs in it.
I think if you actually threw up on Henry’s bed, he’d just eat it. Maybe roll around in it, too. Either way, he still wins.
Someone give that dog a haircut! He’s won the doggy Oscars – let him be free now to bark, pee outdoors, try to eat cat poop, roll in mud, roll in dead leaves, roll in cat poop, etc. You can get brambles and mud out of shorter fur much easier!
I’m sure he’ll get a short ‘do if he retires!
I’d like to see you hurling on Henry’s royal bed.