I Hate My Human
Well I just learned that my stupid dad will be taking a little trip to Fenway Park tomorrow night to sit in the Monster seats, feast on Fenway Franks, collect homers hit by Mike Lowell, and heckle Julio Lugo in person. When I asked him if I could come along, he informed me that my campaign to create dog-friendly Section K-9 at Fenway hasn’t worked out yet. The only big league game I could go to this year was the White Sox-Royals Dog Day game at the Cell, which already happened. Well, human, if you’re not going to help me sneak into Fenway, you just may open your suitcase when you get to Boston and find a little surprise inside.

Seems to me he could take you and park you at RemDawgs place.
Tell your Mr. Human to get there early enough to go on the last tour of Fenway. I think it starts at 3 pm. For $10 you get a full tour of the joint and it’s pretty cool traipsing thru the trophy area. There’s even a full size Pedro Martinez cut out. The best part is that you’re there while they’re doing batting practice. Oh, and tell him that hanging out at the end of Yawkey is very cool, too. That’s the parking lot for the players and he’ll get to see all the cool rides. The pro autograph geeks are the bomb….strange cult.
But I bet he already knows this stuff.
Well, I hope your human brings home a victory over the Twins. That nerve-wracking 1-0 game last night almost did us in, so tell him the next victory should be more convincing and not so hard on our nerves.
Eleanor
Wow, Pupi, I’m now thinking that your human must have been there for the 18-5 thrashing of the Twins that we handed out last night.
I’ll bet he’s going to talk a lot nicer about Lugo for a while now, since he went 2 for 4.
Or maybe not.
Eleanor