all-encompassingly

because we don’t want to hog the blog, we’re continuing the series, “our interesting friends”, where our friends tell us stories. its just like we’re sitting around the old-time campfire…except the campfire has a plastic casing and is filled with silicon conductors, and there are none of those pesky mosquitos.

this time its whitney who contributes, sharing an inspiring story about weiner dogs and the will to win:

The Kentucky Derby might be the most exciting two minutes in sports, but
the Weinerschnitzel Weiner Nationals are the most exciting five seconds in sports.

That’s right, ladies and gents, this past weekend was the 8th annual
weinerschnitzel weiner nationals. And what are the weiner nationals, you
might ask. Well, it is, of course, weiner dogs racing against each other
for a weinerschnitzel dog house. Oh, and a thousand dollars. Oh, and the
title of ‘The fastest weiner in the West’. This is no small time event
either–it takes place at the Los Alamitos horse race track and attracts
thousands of viewers, almost all of which own their own weinie dog that
wears either a miniature blue baseball cap or leopard print visor. So my
family and I went.

We placed our bets-Heidi in the first round, Dougie in
the second and Danke in the third (there were more races than that, but we
didn’t bet on any more dogs). This was Dougie’s quotation in the racing book:

Dougie wrote: My cousin got to race last year, and he just keeps
braggin’ about how much of an honor it was to be around the fastest
dachsunds west of the Mississippi.

None of our dogs won, but let me tell you, it didn’t matter. Just watching
the races was prize enough for me. The dogs are placed in this long white
box-with one slot for each dog-and then when the gun goes off, the front of
the box flips up and all the dogs race out. “Speed, smarts and great weiner
dog talent are the keys to victory in this action packed event”. The dogs,
of course, are all pumped up…the crowd is cheering, the dogs are
barking…the noise is deafening and 50 yards away is each dogs owner; some
waving towels, some blowing whistles trying in vain to get the dogs
attention. So what does the dog do? Run to its owner? Of course not.

Each dog burst out of its box and went insane. Some dogs ran in circles,
some took off the wrong direction, others stood still in bewilderment until
other dogs fell on top of them. And then, amidst the chaotic calamity one
dog would emerge. One weinie dog would bolt across the 50 yards…the crowd
would go wild…and then the dog would cross the finish line and leap into
its owners arms…leaping not only to the owners arms, but leaping to
victory as well. All the other dogs would eventually calm down and trudge
over to his own owner, with his head hung low, knowing that in all the
excitement the chance for a weinerschitzel dog house had slipped out of his
tiny paws.

my family wants to get a dachshund, name him Frankie, and train him for the 2004 wienerschnitzel weiner nationals. See you all at the races!