A week with no Dawgs

Hey y'all. I know it's been a long time since my last post. The Food Guy has been hogging the computer lately. He's been frantically trying to get all his papers finished for the semester, so I haven't really been able to get a chance to give y'all an update on what's been going on around here. 

We made a trip home to Mooresville for Thanksgiving. It was a pretty good time. The Food Guy and his Dad went to the airport to pick up Food Guy's brother-in-law who came down for the weekend from Baltimore. They made the obligitory trip to the Waffle House on the way back from the airport. I hear they made some killer hashbrowns there.

 But, you know the sad 'ol story- no people food for me. All in all, it was a good trip. Food Guy's dad gave me lots of dog bones and I got to hang out on the boat some. 

We rushed back to Athens to make it in time for the Ga Tech game. I have to admit I was glad I got to watch that one on TV. Poor Food Guy stood in the rain all day only to watch our Dawgs lose to a bunch of smart kids from the North Avenue Trade School.

 Boo hiss! I mean, really. Losing to Tech! COME ON! I knew the ridiculous penalties and all the missed tackles were bad when we were playing real schools from the SEC, but to lose to an ACC school- and to Tech our arch rival at that! LAME! Seriously, this ain't basketball. You know ACC rules basketball and the SEC rules football. It's that simple. I like it that way too. We can root for our Heels during basketball season with no guilt because SEC basketball is LAME and root for our Dawgs during football season because ACC football sucks. Well, I guess I shouldn't really say that since we lost to Tech, but you know what: Even a blind squirrell will find a nut once every 8 years so as long as we don't make habit of losing to those nerds I'll get over it. Plus, you gotta stick by your boys even when they do something stupid- like lose to a bunch of geeks.

Anyway, the Dawgs don't play again until January, so it's kind of the boring time of year for football. I'll watch some NFL games and some of the boring bowl games, but mostly I'll just have to wait for the few nights a week when the Heels are on TV dominating. Tomorrow should be good though. Bama will hopefully roll all over the stupid Gators. I hope Cody makes a snack out of that hypocrite Tebow and Saban makes Urban Meyer look stupid. For now, all I can say is Roll Tide. Hopefully the Dawgs will right the ship and put on a good show against whatever Sister's of the Blind school we have to play in our bowl game this year. I shouldn't complain though. We finished 9-3. That ain't too shabby really. Tubberville and Phat Phil would still have jobs if they were 9 and 3. But, we'd better come out tackling and playing smart next year!

Well, the Food Guy still has to wear the stupid red-leg black-leg pants until the end of the year. So, I'll try to get his phone and take some pictures of him tomorrow and give y'all an update on what we've been up to. 

A Bad Day for a Dawg and a Good Run

It was kind of a rough week for me and the food guy. First, I had to go back to the vet because my tail isn't healing so quickly. Now, I have to wear this crazy collar because I've been chewing on that stupid spot on my tail. The infection is gone, but it still itches so I was chewing on it. The Food Guy is making me wear this collar that keeps me from chewing on it. I don't like it at all. But at least my friend Java the dog will still hang out with me. 

I got that collar on Friday and, well things just got a little worse from there. See, the Dawgs went down to Jacksonville to play the hated Gators, and well, unless ya'll live under rocks you know what happened. The Food Guy and I don't really want to talk about it. So, that's about all the SEC Football talk you'll get out of me this week. Ok, I can't resist a little. First of all- Urban Meyer is a jerk, and I hate losing to Florida. There's nothing I'd like to see more than Bama kicking Florida's trash in the SEC Championship. That's right, I said it. Roll Tide! Even the Food Guy is gonna cheer for Bama, and he hopes Jen and all the Bama fans out there will get to do their "We Just Beat The Hell Outta You" chant at the Georgia Dome in December. If the Dawgs aren't gonna win a National Championship, it might as well be Bama.

Anyway, I know ya'll are looking for some redleg-blackleg pants stories, so here goes. On Saturday morning Food Guy and I loaded up in my rolling dog house and rolled to the ATL to Reeve and Corinne's house. Food Guy and Reeve started the day off putting some insulation in the house. 

 It was pretty funny seeing the Food Guy working in those stupid pants. Insulation is some nasty stuff, so I just chilled outside with my boy Java and the rest of the pack at Reeve and Rin's kennel. They have four dogs. It's pretty cool. If Zozo and Sug had been there it would have been even better than the Dog Park! 

Next the people went over to a friend of Reeve's house to watch the Game. Yeah, did I mention I don't want to talk about the Game? Well,  I don't. It was ugly! Anyway, Food Guy said Reeve's buddy, David, is grillmaster. He apparently can grill some awesome ribs. I wouldn't know 'cause I don't get to eat people food, but I could smell them when they got back and they smelled good. David is an Auburn fan. I know Auburn. Seriously, who actually admits to being an Auburn Fan?! Sad, really, Well, at least he's a loyal fan. He sticks by them even though they're terrible. Check out his get-up. He wears it by choice, by the way. 

You can't see it in this picture, but he even has an Auburn quarterback towel hanging from his belt. Crazy! But, homeboy can grill, and he's a riot. Plus, he makes my Food Guy look stylish in his silly pants by comparison. Well, after they finished watching the Gators beat the snot out of the Dawgs (Don't worry we'll get 'em back next year! Go Dawgs! Sic 'em! Woof, Woof, Woof and all that), the people came back to Reeve and Rin's so Reeve and Food Guy could get some sleep. Food Guy and Reeve had trail marathon to run in the morning.

Sunday morning came early. I had to get up at 5 am. I know, right? Who gets up at 5 am by choice? Food Guy and Reeve are sick in the head. But, I didn't complain too much. I got to eat a bowl of tasty dog food and go back to sleep.

Corinne was nice enough to get up that early too and go work one of the aid stations at this crazy race. She even took some photos of Reeve and the Food Guy at the race. Food Guy said the race was awesome. It was his first marathon, so he was pretty psyched. He knew he'd do pretty well 'cause he'd been running everyday with Dawan for a while now. That works out well for me since that means I get to go running everyday too. I was pretty proud of the Food Guy. He and Reeve came in at 5 hours and 12 minutes. 13th Place. Not too shabby considering the trail had 14,000 (yes, I said 14 thousand) feet of elevation gain. Silly! It was called the Mystery Mountain Marathon, and this lady Janice who designed the course is an Evil Genius. You want to go do a sick run? Find a course that Janice lays out. Food Guy said it was one of the hardest things he's ever done. But he and Reeve looked like they had a lot of fun. They were both smiling at the finish. Food Guy even took me for a long walk this morning.

Food Guy and Reeve are already planning their next crazy run. There's talk of doing a 50K next. Plus Food Guy, Elisha, and Dawan are going to run a road marathon in March to try to get a qualifying time for the Boston Marathon, so that means I'll still get to go running all the time. Can somebody tell the Food Guy to start giving me a little more food? I mean, for real, a dog who's actually training for a marathon needs to eat. I'm glad I don't have to go on all the runs though. I don't like to run more that 13 miles. Well, I'll do 15, but that's where I draw the line. Running in the Southeast is awesome. Check out the views you can see if you go running around here:

Pretty sweet, huh? That's one of the views Food Guy and Reeve got to see while they were running Sunday. They didn't really have time to stop and check out the views, so they took this picture after the race. Well, that's about all that happened this week. I'll keep ya'll posted on how my tail's doing. Hopefully, I won't have to wear this stupid collar much longer. It makes it kind of hard for me to move around, and some dogs laugh at me. Plus the Food Guy doesn't really want to pay the Vet's rent anymore, so my tail HAS to heal soon. 

Ya'll have a good week. I'll give you an update later this week on my tail. Hopefully, Food Guy will get all his work done so we can go hiking sometime this week. I want to get out of the house! 

Backstory and the Bye Week

I'm not trying to say that I'm not a pretty lucky yellow dog- I mean, my food guy's pretty good as far as food guys go. He takes me running most everyday, we go hiking all the time, and I get to go on lots of walks. But sometimes, he makes some stupid bets. 

You see, Me and my food guy (the guy in the stupid redleg-blackleg pants in the picture) live in Athens, Georgia. We're pretty big BullDawg fans. I mean, how can you not be a fan?! Knowshon, Stafford, Blackout Games, A football crazy town. It is the southeast after all. After destroying Florida last year (who cares if Tebow wasn't himself that day), we went on a great run and if we hadn't blown it and lost to The Great Pumpkin earlier in the year  we would have had a legitimate claim to the crystal ball. So, pardon our confidence going into this season. 

Maybe the food guy was a little too confident- if you know what I mean. One of his friends went to 'Bama, and in true Southern fashion she understand football like girls up North understand Emily Dickinson Poetry. She can explain pass interference and intentional grounding to the stupid frat boys in the crowd in terms even they can understand. Last year, my food guy makes this bet with her for the 'Bama game. Of course the Dawgs take care of business, and she has to wear a beautiful t-shirt to the Braves game the next day. 

So, the food guy makes this bet with her this year. If we win, she would have to wear that shirt every saturday for the rest of the year. If we lose, he has to wear these dumb pants every saturday. Well, if you don't live under rock, you know Coach Satan and 'Bama kicked our trash this year (don't worry we'll get another shot at them). So, now I've gotta walk around with my food guy wearing these silly, fratastic pants every saturday. 

Look, I'm not complaining. I mean like I said, at least I don't get left home all the time like most dogs. I get to go lots of places.

 And it's not like I have to actually go into restaurants, grocery stores, and places like that with him while people are laughing. But, I do have to go everywhere else with him.

This week was the Bye week. Good for the Dawgs. Bad for me. You see, the boys are a little banged up right now. We needed a week off to heal up and get ready to play a Top-25 team in each of the next three weeks, after we play the Great Pumpkin's boys this week between the Hedges. See, first we have to redeem ourselves and stomp the Vols. Then we play #13 Vandy (Yes, I know pack your parkas and get in the handbasket, Vandy is ranked #13). After that we go on the road to meet #4 LSU and then to the Cocktail Party for a date with Urban and the #11 Gators. Let's not even talk about the rest of our schedule. Scary stuff!   So, I'm happy we had a week off. The downside was: No game to go to meant hanging around with the food guy without a game to excuse the wearing of the pants. 

I thought we might slide through the bye week without the pants, but the girl at Gibson's Men's Wear seemed pretty keen to see the food guy walking out of the store in those pants ASAP- so she put them on the tailor's fast track. 

Food Guy picked them up Saturday afternoon. Just in time for a what he called "a very embarrassing trip" to the Kroger. I wouldn't know. For some reason they don't let dogs in Kroger. If you ask me, that's reason enough not to shop there. They let dogs in Petsmart! Shop there. Buy Dog Bones!!!! Anyway, then we loaded up in the crashed up Corolla and headed over to George and Elisha's for a cookout. You can't even imagine how fast the "Nice Pants" comments started flying. I kinda felt bad for poor Food Guy. He really doesn't deserve to be made fun of for having confidence in his team. But, I stopped feeling bad for him because George's dog Lucy immediately started making fun of me for having a Food Guy who wears stupid pants. Lucy, like lots of girls, can be kind of cruel. She plays nice with me when she wants too, but if I try to pick up one of her toys, she's kinda mean to me. She spent most of the cookout making fun of my Food Guy. I guess she figured she had to since all the people were making fun of him. We had fun anyway, and it got dark before too long. 

Next week should be a good one. Fat Phil and his gang of hillbillies come to town at 3:30. Food Guy should be able to blend in with the Frat Boys a little bit at the tailgate, and by the time he picks me up for the weekly cookout after the game it will be almost dark. So, I shouldn't have to spend too much time outside in the daylight with my poorly dressed Food Guy. 

So check back each week for my updates on what the food guy did while wearing his stupid pants. I might even let him write a guest spot or two for me- sometimes  even a yellow dog has to sleep on the couch and watch football instead of sitting at a computer. It is kinda hard to type with my big-goofy dog feet.