A Cotton-De-What-Now?

I am a volunteer at an international dog show. I’m working on the door checking papers for the competing dogs and selling tickets. There are several hundred dogs signed up from every breed there is.

Attendee: “We’ve come to see our friend show his dog. Can you tell us which ring he’s in?”

Me: “No problem. What kind of dog does he have?”

I have a programme so I can find out what ring from the breed.

Attendee: “It’s at eleven.”

Me: “There are several different breeds showing at eleven. What dog does he have?”

There are eight rings with at least two breeds scheduled at eleven in each.

Attendee: “It’s Dixie.”

Me: “I’m not familiar with that breed. Let me look it up.”

She is getting even more impatient as it’s minutes until eleven.

Attendee: “It’s at eleven and it’s Dixie.”

Me: “I can’t find a Dixie.”

Attendee: “The dog is called Dixie.”

Me: “Well, I need to know its breed to find out where it is.”

She looks at me like I’m crazy.

Attendee: “It’s Dixie. She’s a Cottondetully thingy.”

I look through the book and find Coton de Tulear.

Me: “Okay, ring seven.”

Attendee: “Finally!”