Well, there's a bit of grumbling out there in Club Chow this morning. The Chow Nation doesn't exactly endorse Rufus as Best in Show of the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, just ended in Noo York Citty. First of all, they say the Chow, La Belle Monique got screwed with the usual stereotype that's really harmful to Chows, that being that " Martha Stewart owns Chows". Everytime the announcer would say that, there was a collective snort that rumbled the room. Peet says there is alot more to being a Chow than just being Martha Stewart's dog. (Peet says to go to non-sporting and select Chow Chow.) While he doesn't think any Chow could ever be a candyass, he definitely thinks that if a Chow could be a candyass, they would live in Connecticut and get groomed regularly and use the same address as Martha Stewart. Do' says there's no way a Chow could ever be a candyass. But she definitely agrees that overgrooming, say more than once a year, is an image problem for all Chows.

Cleo says he knows this Rufus from poker and that the guy can't bluff worth a darn. He plays his game right on his sleeve and he is luuuuucky. Cle says he shows up, looking good, gets the best cards of the night, then takes the money. Then retreats to his handler. Cleo wonders just what the hell kind of life it is when you let someone handle you. All the Chows shake their heads when that comes up.

Sylvie Ruth says they missed another big opportunity to party--in the Big Apple--and vows that next year really will be different. She says they are going to go to Noo York Citty for the show, party at the private clubs in Soho just like Uncle Jonny, and rock the Garden from the stands with their impromtu version of 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. (weeeeeee rrrr tha champ-yuns...) She says the Chow Nation doesn't need no stinking contest to show off and to know that they are flat the best and beloved by all.

And I quite agree.


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