If I was placing a bet, I would guess that a poodle will win. For that reason, I root harder for every other breed. Uno! It was apparent who the winner was from the minute all the dogs entered the arena. I sat in the rocking chair and chanted “beagle, beagle, beagle” while Sarah squealed and insisted that the Australian should win. She guessed correctly last year, but this year was not her year to be psychic. Great show. Thanks Westminster.