Super Bowl Sunday Party

As you may now we are big football fans and even though our team wasn't in the game, we couldn't miss the big game. Dad and Mom mad preparations for the game that included getting us new bully sticks and replacing a Valentine's heart we killed during one of our own footbal exhibitions on Saturday.

One of Dad's favorite friends always brings dog cookies for the start of the game and half time. In honor of the special game we also got a cookie at the end of the game. Mom and Dad were cooking up some special treats and man it was hard not to beg. The bully sticks helped to deal with temptation.

We had a rousing game of ball outside before the game and that kept us calm through the first quarter. However, we were looking for more action by the second quarter, especially knowing those half time cookies were coming soon.

We hope all the Seattle fans are enjoying their championship today. We are relaxing and preparing for the Olympics overload. Mom says we also are preparing for a big snow cookie dump tonight. We are in the 5 to 10 inch range as of this morning. While we love our snow cookies, that makes getting out for our bathroom runs a bit challenging. Dad will have to dig out our snow path again.

Wordless Wednesday: Plotting

Wordless Wednesday: On Alert

Wordless Wednesday: Watching the Game with Dad

Exhausted

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.

Mud Baths Lead to Dog Showers

On TV we heard them talking about the benefit of mud for your skin. Mud we have as the snow melt has left us with a muddy mess. So while we were out exploring we thought we'd show Mom how we were going to take care of our skin.

Mom was not as pleased with our efforts as we thought. In fact she was so horrified, she didn't stop to take before photographs. She hurried us off to take doggy showers.

Our plumber installed a new attachment to the downstairs bathroom so Mom doesn't have to do a whole tub for us. This thing just sprays and wets us down. Since neither of us likes water the tubby experience has always been unpleasant. There was always the feeling Mom was attempting to drown us. While still not pleasant, for the most part this just feels like we got stuck in a bad rainstorm that comes complete with dog shampoo.

Christmas Fleece

Mom's Mom made Dad and Dog matching sports fleece blankets for Christmas. The only major league team we don't have is the Bruins. Dad checked and according to the woman where we get our fleece, the NHL hasn't released the rights to hockey fleece. However, thanks to Grandma, we think we are up to date on available fleece binkies for Dad and Dog in Red Sox, Patriots, and Celtics. We've never had Celtics blankets in Dad or dog size before so this is awesome.

Dad already has the Patriots fleece laid out on the couch for next week's playoff. He's letting us enjoy our Celtics blankets. He's resting our Patriots ones for the big game. We are huge football fans and settle in with Dad to watch every game. We watched all the college bowl games with him. We still don't quite understand why they call them bowls. There's no kibble there.