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If Sally Field Were a Norwich Terrier . . .

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Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you very much -- oh, thank you! I am thrilled to accept this trophy on behalf . . . please . . . hi, Fifi! . . . Rambo: Grrrr. Yeah, you know it! -- on behalf of all Norwich terriers, everywhere, who have a dream . . . thank you . . . a Westminster Kennel dream! Oh my Dog. Oh my Dog. You know, they say it’s a dog-eat -- well, I don’t want to lapse into ugly stereotypes, but the show circuit isn’t always a walk in the park, and after all these years it feels great to get tossed a bone like this . . . I also especially want to thank my owner, my handler, my trainer, my personal trainer, and, of course, Dog. There are so many I’m leaving out, but I’m looking over at the wings here, and I see -- ha ha -- they’ve got the leash out, so I’d better heel. But we’re going to break out the Eukanuba tonight! Thank you!


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