Ooh, the choices...

So, everyone decided they wanted dibs on the Amanda this weeked. On the one hand, we have a Dog Show I said I would attend first with one of my best friends. Second we have a family commitment to attend a barbecue with my brother's family. And third we have the Rockapaloosa, or however that is spelled, which obviously stands out as a rarer occurence with one of my other best friends. Now the Dog Show was something I agreed to go to before I was invited to the other two. The barbecue is a family thing and family with us is big. We're worse than the Greeks in My Big Fat Greek Wedding when it comes to family. And food. The concert of Rock madness and wonder, of course, is the one that I would love to say Hell Yes to. Alas, I cannot. In addition to our uncanny "blood is thicker than water" code, we have an honor code. Very old-world. We repay all those who have helped us. We protect our own. We honor commitments. I said yes to the Dog Show first, so that's where I'm off to. Luckily, it includes amusing company, if not a second mom who will lovingly lecture my sarcasm into a jar and then toss it out a window and the possibilty of spotting more of those leatherclad spiky guys that for some reason frequent dog shows. You would think they would be showing Rottweilers. I thought so. Apparently not. Small dogs, mostly. A terrier, a Spaniel. No "muscle of the dog world". Odd.