puppy bowl iv

Some people get really involved in the Super Bowl. They yell instructions at their team on television, get upset when their favorite player is injured, and swear at the referees who are obviously incorrect in their judgments. They are glued to the television, afraid they will miss even one important play.

I do the same thing, only my team isn't comprised of tough guys in tight pants crashing into each other to get at a little brown ball. No, I am mesmerized by the participants in the Puppy Bowl - adorable, fluffy, energetic puppies chasing their and others' tails, stealing chew toys, and prancing in water dishes in a puppy playtime free-for-all on Animal Planet.

I am very involved. I grimaced when the little black dog with a brown nose was attacked by the terrier. I complained loudly when the ref called unnecessary roughness on the black dog, and yelled outright when he was taken from the game!

"Need glasses, ref? Are your eyes filled with the puppy poo you just had to clean up off of the field? I bet you own a terrier..."