Yoda, a 14-year-old Chinese crested and Chihuahua mix was recently crowned the ugliest dog in the world, winning the honour at the 23rd annual contest at the Sonoma Marin Fair in California.
The dog's short tufts of hair, protruding tongue and long, seemingly hairless legs were enough to earn her the title.
Owner Terry Schumacher said the two-pound animal has come a long way since she was found abandoned behind an apartment building - initially Schumacher thought the dog was a rat.
If she has come a long way to be crowned the ugliest dog in the world, I can only imagine how cute she must have been during her rat scaring days.
After viewing photos of Yoda and other competitors on the ugliest dog website, I have come to the conclusion that I may have seen some of them before.
Having frequented many a bar and night club in my younger days these pooches bear a striking resemblance to some of the remarkably drunk people who thought they were handsome enough after 12 beers to hit on the waitress and every young lady waiting outside the bathroom for her friend.
The only real difference is the waitress could probably make out what a dog was saying better than she could the drunks.
One contestant in the ugliest dog competition, Hercules, is a blind one-eyed 15-year-old pug, whose good eye is so blood shot it is a wonder he can still see. Although he does look remarkably like a good friend of mine after he has consumed an evening's worth of liquor.
Come to think of it, the more I look at him the more he starts to look like Snooki from Jersey Shore.
Speaking of which, anyone who has ever watched the show - and I assure you I have not - will surely understand why Abercrombie & Fitch has resorted to a little reverse advertising.
It would seem the clothing company has deemed the characters in the show to be too slimy to wear their clothes and has offered to pay the show's cast members to stop wearing clothes carrying their brand.
Apparently calling yourself The Situation, as one of Jersey Shore's characters does, and taking your shirt off at every opportunity, is enough to make an advertiser pay to stop promoting their product.
Makes sense. I know if I took off my shirt and introduced myself as The Circumstance to everyone I met, a team of men in white coats would soon surround my house.
That reminds me, I need to take note of new work policy called the Kearns Rule forbidding any staff from taking their shirts off during work hours.
