A friend of Jim's owned Billy, a Bulldog. I don't know if this was a French Bulldog or an English Bulldog, but the English Bulldog is what I think of when I think Bulldog, so that's what you get in the picture.
Anyway, Billy was a Show Dog who loved the Show Life. Lived for the spotlight. Drank Champagne and ate up applause. He'd won every show Detroit had to offer, year after year, until he came to believe he was invincible.
Until the day The Other Bulldog showed up. The Other Bulldog, nameless because I don't know his name, was sleek. He was beautiful. He had that sinister edge that said, "You lose, pal." He was, in short, everything Billy was. And more?
Billy paced the green room, attended by attendants and fanned by fans, while the judges judged in a secluded cell (you sick of this yet?). Finally, a verdict, and vindication. Billy's owner said simply, "Billy, you won."
Watch Billy faint again. Hit F5 to watch it again.