Well, the dog show turned out to be a waste of time and effort. I don't get shut out very often, but it happens. I should be more reasonable in my expectations - I do more than my fair share of winning, certainly more than most owner-handlers. However, it does suck to lose. I hate losing, I really hate losing to entries I know are inferior, and I utterly despise driving halfway across a continent to discover the judge has a few "favorites" and favours to hand out.
Yeah, I'm a bad loser. A really, really bad loser. I don't make scenes or get in people's faces, but I bitch and complain with the best of them. I don't apologize for it, either. An aversion to losing is a fundamental ingredient to competitive success.
"Show me a good loser, and I'll show you a loser".
It's true.
Back to regular blogging shortly. I've been out of the loop and have some catching up to do myself.
In the meantime, if you haven't read the updated link on my brief Hunter S. Thompson memorial post below, here it is again. Song of the Sausage Creature is a classic.
You are a winner in my view of things.
Sorry you lost :(
But, hey, at least you lost to an American and not some US hating idiot from France. Or, God forbid, you didn't lose out to a French poodle, did you? That would be almost as bad. Regardless, I am happy to have you back blogging as it's been quiet w/o you.
That's the spirit :)
George S. Patton: I wouldn't give a hoot in hell about a man who lost and laughed.