Two days after I wrote about Malachy the Pekingese winning Best in Show at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, my Peke (Henry) and almost-Peke (Gigi) are belatedly expressing their opinions of my post by vomiting on every carpeted area of the house. Their persistent habit of licking deadly substances off the sidewalks followed by the deliberate targeting of my rugs simply proves my post’s point: they are stubborn assholes. The next time I feel ill, I’m going to throw up on Henry’s dog bed and see how he likes it. For now, I’ll give him a taste of his own medicine by standing very, very close to him and staring at him intently while he eats.
The way Henry eats is much like Malachy, whom you can see devouring chicken off a silver plate in this video. This is why we call Henry a “pig-dog.”
I must admit that I am impressed Malachy got to ring the opening bell at the New York Stock Exchange. I got to stand on the balcony for the closing bell back in 2000 or 2001, when a friend’s father retired after 50 years of working at the exchange. My friend smuggled me in — I was the only non-family member there. By that time, I’d worked in business journalism for about 10 years, and what happened at the opening and closing bells was part of every workday. Being there in person was the thrill of my life and anyone who gets to ring one of the bells is a huge star to me — even if it’s a pig-dog.