Geriatric Banana Republic

I attended my first, and possibly my last, condo association meeting tonight. Good grief, it was a Seinfeld episode without the yelling. Nice enough people, a little silliness here and there, but the entire concept of an "agenda" is unknown, and the management company guy didn't take charge as he should have. Back in Developer World we expected our professional manager to do, you know, professional shit, and help the board full of amateurs.

I'm not troubled, just amused. The rules are not strict and everybody is nice. Maybe too nice, I heard a couple of things that raised my eyebrows and I might have to look into how things are done after I'm here a while. But not yet. I hope not ever.

I promise this will be my last dog show post (for a while, not ever), but I saw a local news story announcing the winner this morning and thought we saw the dog, so I started hunting for photos. Yup, I believe we knew it when we saw him.

My daughter and I were walking among the judging rings and were passing the photo area where the winning dogs get to pose with their ribbons for those official photos. As we were walking by, we both stopped in our tracks to gawk at the most gorgeous jet black Standard Poodle posing with his breed winning ribbon. Neither of us are "poodle people" or pay much attention to them, but this dog had presence - his bearing, grooming, coat, color, everything was just freaking amazing. He was incredibly eye catching. Even two people who really don't give a damn about poodles were stopped in their tracks, so that says something. Today I saw that a Black Standard Poodle called London won Best in Show last night. Not a surprise.