By Karin Brulliard, The Washington Post I grew up with dogs (and a cat), as well as a mother who loved dogs — especially Siberian huskies. We had an illustrated book of dog breeds on the living room bookshelf, and I pored over it so often that from a pretty young age I could tell you whether the burly pooch walking down the street was a Saint Bernard or a Bernese mountain dog or a Great Pyrenees. But I’d never been to a dog show before a few days ago, when I went to New York to cover Westminster.