Monday, May 10, 2010

He's a Bad Mama Jama

He's a bad mama jama
Just as fine as he can be, hey
He's a bad mama jama
Just as fine as he can be

His body measurements are perfect in every dimension
He's got a figure that's sho' 'nuff gettin' attention
He's poetry in motion, a beautiful sight to see
I get so excited viewin' his anatomy

The lyrics to He's a Bad Mama Jama keep running through my head since I received a note from my little Elsa.

Dear Momma,

Rufus and I took a trip to St. Louis this past weekend to compete in 3-day dog show at Purina Farms. It was a new adventure. We stayed in a hotel and that was really fun. Lots of comfy pillows. And, oh yeah, the hotel had this thing called an elevator. Rufus and I had never seen or been on an elevator before. We got the hang of it right away.

Each day we got up early and dad took us to Purina Farms. We spent the best part of each day there because Rufus won Best of Breed all 3 days and that meant we had to stay around for the non-sporting group competition at the end of each day. Rufus was the only puppy that made it to the group competition. He looked like a dream out in the ring. Each of the judges, Steve Hayden, John Madieros, and Ruth Zimmerman commented on how nice he was. I did pretty well myself, but I don't like to toot my own horn. You taught me better than that.

In between the breed judging and the group competition we mostly slept in the car. Rufus hung out on the grooming table. I tried to get him to play, but he was feeling pretty serious.

I did meet this one gal who was showing her Yorkie. Both she and her Yorkie had red ribbons in their hair. I don't know why dad and I can't showboat like that.

One day, after the dog show, dad took us to the American Kennel Club's Museum of the Dog. Yup, it's in St. Louis. It was pretty cool. I will write and tell you about it very soon.

Rufus and I send you all our love,

Happy Mother's Day,