Now, Trofie Wife prefers dogs in their natural habitat (on the couch with me getting their bellies rubbed while I simultaneously read a book and they nuzzle me back), so I’m not totally keen on the whole dog show set up—while some of them seem to really enjoy the attention and preening, others seem miserable, bordering on depressed/abused. I witnessed one bearded collie in particular who was whining—she really had absolutely no interest in getting brushed and then prancing in a circle.
|One unhappy puppy... I really wanted to help her try and escape...|
Despite being morally opposed to the whole dog prancing thing, I have stepped foot inside these shows (and watch them on TV) because it’s a great way for me, a deprived non-dog-owner, to see a whole bunch of them at once and learn about the breeds, knowledge that will hopefully be applied in my real life sooner rather than later. It's a bonus that in Italy instead of denoting itself as a "kennel club," the organizers use “gruppo cinofilo”— at least they demonstrate in their title their clear love of these animals.
Below, you'll find a few more examples of some the adorable and not-so-adorable pups we saw.
|This poodle eventually had glitter on its ass...It was horrifying.|
|My first puli! (They're the rasta dogs.)|
|Dream dog: Marrone spinone!|
|Look at those eyes! If only I knew how to jimmy open a lock…|
Baci e gelato e latrati (barks),
Martello e Trofie Wife