Somehow they judge this to be the best looking dog in the world.
Well, "Best in Show" is not "Best Looking Dog". It's the best example of the breed, like how accurate it is to the standard for that breed. I think they also consider the dog's personality and behavior, and how it walks and follows commands.
But yeah, it looks like a bloated tick. Which is why I could never be a dog show judge. I also couldn't be an art critic. This oil painting by a guy I never heard of sold for over $46 million last year. The guy couldn't even bother to give it a freaking title.
It's like how I love Rock Lobster by the B-52s. But sadchild's idea of hell is being forced to listen to that song. My idea of hell is being stuck next to some thug on a Harley with straight pipes, jackhammering around at 130 decibels, while I'm in my convertible. But that thug apparently loves frying his brain that way.
Mrs. Scotch and I like seeing the dogs we think are cute at Westminster, but the rest of it is not for us. You know what they say:
different strokes for different folks.