The dogs in the Westminster Kennel Club Annual All Breeds Dog Show are not like other dogs, but they also mostly are. They are better trained than their dog-run peers, which is why the dog show is not just a scrum of fluffy dogs attempting to sniff each others' butts for unknowable but probably not very good dog-type reasons while a separate bunch of tubular, wrinkle-necked dogs chase gross wet tennis balls. And yet, inside every meticulously blown-out, precision-trained dog trotting through its paces on the floor of Madison Square Garden, there is secretly… a dog.Which doesn't look very dramatic, sitting there at the end of the sentence like that. But this secret dogginess is both remarkable and welcome when it erupts out of the polite, opaque rituals of the dog show. When I covered the show, in 2012, this moment came when a Corgi attempted—futilely, but extremely Corgily—to climb up onto the three-foot high table on which dogs are inspected. In 2014, this moment came from a Toy Manchester Terrier that, during its run around the judging ring, abruptly remembered that it was in fact a Toy Manchester Terrier, and suddenly leapt into the nearest open box-shaped object.The process through which dogs are judged is hard to know from the outside, and anyway is important only to a handful of very strange people. The dogs are what matters. This dog matters.Congratulations, then, to this Toy Manchester Terrier on winning the dog show. Good dog. You are a good dog. Yes. Yes, you are. Yes.