Isn't there a saying that goes, "Into every life a little mischief will fall."? I think there is. My MOM loves sports. She loves to play on sports teams and she loves to watch sports on TV. She irons clothes while watching baseball. She studies and does sermon prep while watching football. Sometimes she takes me to a ball field to watch kids or adults play, and often we don't even know anyone who is playing. A few times I have gone to her games, but not to often because I can not stand to see she her out there playing and I am stuck in the dugout or in the bleachers. Anyway. This past Saturday where I live there was a BIG college game. They call it "The Holy War". I am sure you have something similar where you live. You know, an in-state rivalry between two college teams. Where I live it is the University of Utah vs. BYU. This whole state goes CRAZY over this football game. I will admit I don't get it.
So this past Saturday I thought I would make things a little more interesting for watching the game. When MOM was not looking I helped myself to a snack for the game... Cheetos! She came in from outside and caught me orange pawed with my snooter in the Cheeto bag. Bawhahhahha. There were only a few Cheetos left in the bag so I did not get to many. So you know what that MOM of mine did? She rushed out to the connivance store right before the game and got a new bag!! The crazier thing is that my MOM really does not eat these things. She only gets them for me and every once in a while I get a few Cheetos as a special treat.
So here I am during the game. Me, my Cheetos, and a cool brew in case I get thirsty. Who knew a little mischief of taking a few Cheetos off the counter would lead to a whole brand new bag. I have never been a counter surfing dog but MOM says I am starting to live up to the t-shirt she has.
Here is her shirt. can you read that?
How about now?
It says: A medium-large sized gray sporting dog developed in Germany (I think that explains my fondness for beer) specializing in hunting weed balls (really this is a service for all human kind), digging up flower beds (only when I am burying a bone or rawhide) counter surfing (one time and now I am labeled), and steak snatching (no comment). Also used for hunting upland game and fox. Owners should be willing to accept a new sleeping partner (MOM has), cat-eradicator (sorry Nellie Bellie, there have been 3), exercise companion (I am my MOM's trainer), and loud mouth (I just want to be heard).
Oh Yea, Utah won! WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO