W. Bruce Cameron: Best in Show

Editor’s Note: The following column was originally published in 2007.

I suppose it is a sign that I am finally being taken seriously by the literary community — have, in fact, risen to the pinnacle of my profession — that I recently was asked to judge a Halloween-costume contest for dogs.

To be entirely accurate, I wasn’t an actual judge. Apparently, I’m not qualified to render a decision on matters such as which miniature poodle looks most like Batman. Instead, I manned a microphone during the competition and made announcements like, “Please be reminded that contestants are not allowed to pee...