The verdict is in. A Pekingese won the Westminster Dog Show. Not exactly an image of twisted steel and sex appeal, the 11-pounder fits inside his trophy. He looks like the proverbial dog that chased a car and caught it. I think it was his strut that won it, or, more accurately, his wobble.
Of course, I’m not a dog person and won’t be until the expected life span of my chosen one exceeds my own. What I am is someone interested in irrelevant associations and disambiguation. So, naturally, I recalled President Kennedy’s speech in West Berlin where he declared, “Ich bin ein Berliner.” Not to be outdone, President Nixon later went to Peking and declared, “I am not a Pekingese.”
Here’s what gets me. At some point, probably late at night, Peking became Beijing. So why did Peking Duck not become Beijing Duck? And why did a Beijingese not win the dog show?