With all the excitement of playoff football and supervising the humans putting away all the Christmas decorations I'm exhausted. While the tree is FINALLY down, they are still packing away boxes into the attic. The stuff multiplies every year. It is quite hard to supervise all this clean up. Don't let Frankie kid you the snowmen are not the worst of it. There are all kinds of Christmas things that can attack when they are being packed away. They so don't want to go to the attic for the rest of the year. Oddly enough, our Christmas toys were some of the first things to be packed. Mom promises as soon as the Christmas stuff is in the attack she'll locate our Valentine's Day toys.
Our football team is advancing on to the next round and we are so excited. Unlike baseball and basketball, football has half time. Dad's friend brings dog cookies for the game and we get one for the start of the game and one for half time. This time he even brought an over time cookie, but there was no need our team won with plenty of scores to spare. I'm glad we won, but that overtime cookie was just waiting there to be eaten. I was kind of hoping it could be a celebration cookie, but no. On to next week.
We are trying to find a way to put cookies into Olympic events. Perhaps cookies for American Gold medals? Mom's not buying it.
