In an apparent attempt to break the monotony of hanging out at home every night, The Little One and The Big One decided to take me to a baseball game.
Great. Thanks.
There were a bunch of dogs there. Huge dogs. I mean HUGE dogs.
I didn't have my camera last night, so I had to do a google image search for these monsters. Here they are:
The one on the right.
The one in front.
In case you forgot what I look like:
Yeah. It was FAAAAANtastic.
We left the game early, which was fine with me. But for the entire walk home The Big One kept going on and on about it being the Pirates' "year."
Poor guy. I hadn't noticed that, in his own little way, by being a Pirates fan, The Big One was sort of a Browns fan. He's had to deal with easily as many crappy Pirate teams as I have Browns teams.
Once I realized this, all of my hatred for The Big One's Steeler fanaticism disappeared. I had a new found respect for him.
For the rest of the walk home I kept my respectful eyes solidly on The Big One, awaiting his next command, eager to show him I was on his side, while relieving myself every 50 steps or so.
Marf,
Molly
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Molly,
That pic of you with the cap over your head is adorable! Those are some big doggies. :-)
Sniffs and licks,
Chase
Molly, is your favorite baseball player Fred McGriff or Orlando Hudson?
C-Dawg
My favorite player, according to what The Big One told me is my favorite player, is the "mad dog" Bill Madlock. I think he plays for Buffalo.
Marf,
Molly
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