What an exciting finish to the Westminster Dog Show, and my favorite Malachy came away the big winner. Yes, I was watching. My mommy and daddy kept whispering amazement how I could sleep through the whole thing. But I was only pretending to sleep, keeping one eye surreptitiously glued to the TV. Among the final 7, this is the only one I liked, who I'd be pleased to exchange some sniffs with. The others . . . well, did you get a good look at the doberman? or that German shepherd? Holy moly, they'd leave nothing but fur and bone when they got done with me. Well, what about the cute dachshund, you ask? Huh! I remember running into a pair of dachshunds at the dog park who were very unfriendly and had to be dragged off me. Well enough about me. Malachy is a good dog with even more fur than I have.