Okay. This may not be entirely craft related, but I'm a proud booster for my new home in Huntington Beach. They do things a bit differently here, as I'm finding out. My arrival in Huntington Beach coincides with one of the most venerable traditions in the O.C. Surfing? Metal detecting on the beach? Puh-lease. This Sunday at 2:00 pm is the annual WEINER DOG NATIONALS at Old World Village in Huntington Beach. Before you go preparing your Michael Vick speech for me, I'll assure you that the participants in the race are some spoiled pooches. Wouldn't you spoil a dog like the one levitating above? Ah, dachshund transcendence.
I couldn't resist including one of my favorite Futurist paintings by Giacomo Balla. Even Italian weiner dogs know how to hustle. Weiner dogs are an odd breed. My parents owned one that bore a shocking personality resemblance to Gollum from Lord of the Rings. Poop (yeah--that was the dog's name...long story) would take any treat that you gave him and retire to the place in the house with the most visibility. If you came into the room, he would start foaming at the mouth and showing his teeth like Cujo. Another friend's parents had a toothless Weiner dog. This poor creature lost its teeth due to the deadly combination of a low center of gravity, a cement driveway, and a regrettable sneezing habit.
Enough Weiner dog pathos, though. Let's celebrate the towering achievements of weiner dog kind instead. Join me at 2:00 at Old World Village for the 2007 Weiner Dog Nationals.
