Rockies Have So-Called Lucky Dog
Have you guys seen this dog that sits behind home plate with his owner at all the Rockies games? Supposedly he has been to 16 games, including all of the NLDS and NLCS, and the Rockies have won every time. While I am jealous that this dog gets to go to the game and feast on Coors Field hot dogs, I’m a little suspicious of the fact that he thinks he is a good luck charm. I hope to see him on TV this weekend when the Sox visit Denver to face Jake Plummer, or whoever the Rockies have on the mound. I have a feeling that his luck may be just about up. You’re on watch Bailey the lucky dog. You may have marked Coors Field as your territory now, but Manny and Papi are going to come in and take that territory for Red Sox Nation. Better bundle up. Unless you can get me tickets to come to Coors, then maybe we can become friends. But I will still eat your hot dogs.
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Hey Pupi – Did you check out that dog’s cape closely? That sure looks a lot like a towel. Sort of reminds me of those Cleveland towels. I think you should have your human pose as someone with a service dog (you) and go into Coors, and rip that towel to shreds. I really hope we don’t have to endure more of those stupid towels, like in Cleveland. Why can’t they just wear purple the way Sox fans wear red? Maybe I could pose as a service cat to get into the stadium, run by that dog, distract him, and you could sneak up and grab his cape. Are there service cats? Oh yeah, the ones who get all that service from humans. I don’t know if that qualifies.
Emmet
I didn’t know about that dog, Pupi. He’s pretty cute, but I couldn’t help noticing that he is a rat terrier. Emmet and I could probably work him over pretty thoroughly.
I’m still trying to recover from the euphoria of last night’s Game 1. It just seemed like everything went right – sort of like a day when I get Savory Salmon Fancy Feast, a fresh bowl of water, a nice clean litterbox, and I get to watch all the birds and squirrels that play just outside my window. And then a big moth flies right into our apartment from the outside.
I’m sending Josh Beckett another case of Fancy Feast, and we’re off to PetSmart to get a second case. I hope we get a different person at the checkout stand from the one we had last time, though, so she won’t wonder why I am getting another case so soon after the other one.
And Emmet, don’t give away too many secrets about the service we get from our humans – you never know if they might find this blog someday – and then the jig might be up.
Naah – the jig will never be up.
Eleanor