In case you live under a rock, the rules of the game are as follows: Every time one of the following happens, follow the appropriate directive. Or else. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hear someone mention the word “alpha”. Take one shot and bang your head on the table. Each time someone mentions the poodle “haircut”. Eat a cupcake. It’ll soak up the alcohol. You’ll thank us later. An announcer asks an asinine question (i.e. “Do Pointers really point?”). Take one sip. The Friend-Zone: “This dog has a great personality!” Take one shot, and eat another cupcake because it’s never going to happen, Allen. The Dick: “Independent personality” a.k.a. The Terrier group. Really this is just an excuse to get trashed on a week night, so take half a sip and chase it with some water. Anyone in your general vicinity watching with you uses the adjective “frumpy”. Yell “This is how we do” and take a shot. Props to the frumpies. One of the group dogs ignores or gives a “**** off” face to the host attempting to interview the four legged half of a show team. Take a drink and toast that dog. The Patriot: Comment about ‘Murica’s dog. Take a sip of something foreign and spit it out in disgust. We drink watered down beer and grain alcohol. Go back to France, commie. The Weimaraner enters the ring. Pick your favorite ‘Best in Show’ quote and yell it loudly. Whoever is most convincingly as a neurotic showy gets a lactose-free Starbucks drink upon their next venture into the real world. A female handler is wearing gratuitous sequins. Take two shots and put on a pair of sunglasses. Someone mentions how ‘ancient’ a breed is. Chug whatever you are drinking. DO IT NOW. Handler rolls their eyes. One shot and a cupcake. God knows they have to put up with enough crap this week. Someone mentions that a celebrity owns a particular breed. Punch your neighbor in the throat and call them Martha Stewart. Then go watch Orange is the New Black. Do it. A host (Not you David, you rock.) grossly mispronounces a breed name (might as well prepare yourself before the Xoloitzcuintli) . Take half a shot and hang your head in shame. Can’t decide whether a dog is ugly, cute, or a foot-stool. Make a toast. A dog (most likely the Lab) is obese. Eat two more cupcakes. Someone comments on how skinny the Greyhound is. Finish the cupcakes. You know the dog. Take a sip. You know the dog and it’s a ****. Take a shot. You hear the phrase, “Don’t be fooled by this dog’s appearance”. Roll your eyes and rehydrate with some water. An announcer says “This breed makes a great family dog”. Yawn and go get a refill. A male handler doesn’t set your gaydar pinging. Drink two shots, throw your hands in the air, and shout “hallelujah” A female handler is actually wearing attractive shoes. Finish off the entire bottle of vino. A dog’s call name is your first name. Take a shot. Finish the entirety of “God Loves a Terrier” during a Purina commercial. Everyone else with you takes a shot. A dog has better hair than you. Sob silently into your merlot. A judge’s first name is Doris or Jean. Call your grandma immediately. You correctly guess the “Best in Show Winner”. Immediately do the ‘told ya so dance’ and rip off your shirt in a fit of glory.
Lovely! I remember getting really furious one year whilst watching Crufts because the commentator kept pronouncing Shar-Pei as "Shappy"! I think if I could have got hold of him I'd have cheerfully strangled the stupid man!
I got into drinking game only when trying to find pics from the website: Click video's: Can't find pics, have a sip Click breed results: Can't find pics, have a sip Click group results: Can't find pics, have a sip Click to main site: Can't find pics, have a sip Go to forum and start waiting help: Hope to get it before you fall asleeezzzzzzzzz....
Late night drinking game for Pei owners .... Let Pei out: Take a sip Wait 5 minutes: Take a sip Open door and call Pei ... No response: Take a swig. Wait 10 minutes and try again ... No response: Finish off the glass. Hear barking outside ... open door and order Pei inside: No response: Find the whisky. Wait 10 minutes ... open door .. Pei nowhere in sight:: Have a large slug of whisky. Venture out into the night to find errant Pei: Take whisky bottle with you. After a fruitless search, come back in to find you left the door open and whilst you've been risking life and limb, said Pei has crept back inside and is fast asleep in bed! Finish the bottle!
I believe we have the athlete Ewan (might be the Welsh spelling) Thomas helping out Clare Balding with the TV coverage of Crufts, this year. Let's hope that he copes better than Lisa Tarbuck did, last year, who seemed to think she was at the opening of the village pet show. In case anyone hasn't seen this years TV schedule, Crufts will be showing on, More 4, Thu. 5th. March, 6.30 - 9.00pm. and Fri. 6.30 - 7.30pm. It then moves to Channel 4 Fri. 7.30 - 9.00pm, Sat. 7.00 - 9.00pm, and Sun. 7.00 - 9.00pm. (UK times). also on youtube.com/crufts.
Late night drinking game for De Dawg's owner... Dawg asks to go out. Take a sip. Dawg comes in from the wrong direction. Take another sip. Ask Dawg if she has done a pee - obviously not as she goes out again. Take a swig. Dawg comes in from the right direction. Take another swig. Dawg asks to go to bed so unclip her tether and lock up. Take two swigs. Dawg appears five minutes later and asks to go out again. Finish the glass. Clip on her tether and unlock the door and let her out. Pour another glass. Dawg comes in and asks to go to bed again. Drink half the glass. Dawg asks to go to bed again so unclip her and lock up again. Drink the other half of the glass. Dawg comes in and waits for me to go to bed so switch off and take the rest of the bottle to bed. Two hours later... Dawg wakes me and says she needs to go out. Go hunt for another bottle!
