Thirty Dog Night

Jimmy's chest Xray was clear, and after looking him over this morning, Dr. Joe Stubbs diagnosed the flu. We've discontinued the antibiotics, and if Jimmy'll behave himself, he should be over it in a few days.

With Jimmy's being so puny last night, Andy and I consoled ourselves by watching the Westminster Dog Show on television. Last year's winner, Uno the beagle, was a hard act to follow.

A Sussex spaniel named "Stump" won the 2009 Championship. At ten years old, he's the oldest winner in Westminster history.

A breed I'm unfamiliar with, called a Puli, looked like a big old-fashioned string mop whisking around the ring,

and the poodle with the silly hairdo bore no resemblance at all to Jacques, the black miniature poodle Mac and William and I had when we were growing up.

Andy was right where he belonged last night, watching the dog show with me, but had he been in New York, prancing around the ring in Madison Square Garden, he undoubtedly would have been chosen Best in Show.