Mom's friend Laura came over to watch the Super Bowl with us. We waited at home in the kitchen while they went to the gym. We were tempted the entire time by the yummy smelling chili in the crockpot on the counter...Mmmm. When they came back, Euchre greeted Laura with lots of enthusiastic sniffing, and Poker kept jumping up to give kisses. After she gave us a few treats to calm us down, Poker kept giving her sad looks in hopes of getting more treats.
We went downstairs and showed Laura how we wrestle. We chased each other around underneath her legs. We may have scared her. Then we all got dressed for the big game - even the beer got a jersey!
Mom put on Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl III to watch. The puppies are cute. We want to play with them too. But we're totally cuter than the bulldog on that show. He doesn't have any wrinkles! Euchre fell asleep before the big game even started.
There was hummus and pita, and chips, salsa, bean dip and guacamole, and chili, and cookies on a low table. Euchre was trying to steal licks off the plate with the olive baguette. We kept sniffing but Mom wouldn't let us eat anything. We didn't need all that food anyway. See Poker's belly sticking out of his shirt?
We watched the game from start to finish. We were especially fascinated by the commercial with the rabbit and guinea pig that were squeaking a mouse in their cage. We like squeaky toys too!
The game was kind of a snoozer though, and pretty soon everyone fell asleep.
We were so tired, we stayed in the basement and slept in our cages last night. Mmm...clean blankets...
--Poker and Euchre
3 comments:
The Super Bowl was last night?
I like the fact that you had an everybody-awake picture and everybody-asleep picture. (Did Cinonymous sleep-shoot the last picture?)
Your post just made my 9:30a-10:30a! :)
I'm #600!!! What do I win?! What do I win?!
You win orange confetti!(Actually yams don't make confetti.)
Unclonymous is #601. The number displayed is the number before you - so if you see 599, you're really #600, if you see 600, you're really #601.
Mom's co-worker beat you to it.
Maybe you can be #700.
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