Football Sunday!

Thats me tackling Daddy.

Ok, it is an old photo. My photographer has been not producing lately so I am running out of photos.

The day started off incredibly. I went to the Fishkill dog park and ran with some big dogs! Two other Mastiffs, (Boss & Dexter), they were great, although one growled at me a lot and was kinda’ scary. He was a bit older than me a little taller but not quite as bulky. I think he was just jealous. There were a lot of other doggies there and I had so much fun running around I forgot I was tired. Luckily when I got home I got a little rest because then we went to Long Dock Park and I got to play with Ryder and his new playmate Dixie. Dixie is just a little puppy, but I can tell she is going to grow up to be a really cool big dog, one to be reccond with!

By the time I got home I was pooped!

I slept a good long time. ………Untill my Mom and Dad started to watch some football, then I wanted to play so I could get the attention. My mom is a big Peyton Manning fan, so now she is a Broncos fan. Hopefully for her they win tonight. She has to work tomorrow so she only watched untill half time. My dad is already happy because Detroit and Dallas already won.

Life Lesson: Go Detroit Lions!

It Has Been A Hard Days Night

Ok It may have actuall been just a hard day. First I hear that Peyton Manning gets let go by the Indianapolis Colts! WHAT! With out him what are they? First the coach, Jim Caldwell, like it was his fault they are nothing without Peyton. AND he is the SMART Maning! I guess just not the lucky one, (Eli Manning). Then Peyton. If they can let him go what’s next? Kentucky Fried Chicken , (KFC to the new folks) without Colonel Sanders?

Mc Donalds without the scary clown Ronald McDonald? Wendy’s w/o Wendy?…..Hmmmm, all food references. I wonder why?

Then my dad decided to spend a lot of time with me today again. We walked through the park. then we went back later and walked through again, and ran in the field. He keeps throwing my ball away and I have to go get it for him, then he throws my ball away again! Whats with that?

Then we went into town twice, he kept muttering he forgot something, (senile old fool!).

Then we played outside the house. then we played inside the house!
I am pooped, tired, shot, kaput, sleepy, dog tired….you get the idea…..”sleeping like a dog”….(gratuitous Beatles reference to go with the title).

So, where am I going with this? I don’t know. All I know is first I get bad news, then I get run all over the place. …..Maybe that is all good in the end?

’cause we played and my dad was, (is) goofy.

Life Lesson: If you get dpressing news it is good to have someone goofy and fun to make you get some fresh air, do things, and spend time with you.