You know me... I'm all about traditions... about making memories... Well one of our traditions is for the opening night of Westminster. You know, the most important night of them all... the Hound Group.
Opening night we have beef ribs, and for the whole twenty minutes of the Hound group judging my puppies get to be real old time dogs and gnaw on the beef rib bones.
Don't say anything... they don't have enough time to break the bone, we leave some meat on them so they spend most of the time chewing that off, and they are supervised.
But for those few minutes, while we watch the dachshunds getting robbed yet again, my babies are happily doing what all their great, great, great, great, great grandfathers and grandmothers have done through history... Being a very happy, very loved, and very wanted dog.