A regular column in The New Barker dog magazine is by our favorite Corgi, Guinness (as told to his human, Lon Martin). The column is always the last page in the magazine and has appeared in each issue since 2007. Rosie, his sidekick for many years, has since crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. Since it’s Super Bowl week, we thought it appropriate to bring out an oldie but goodie. We discover that super bowl to Guinness and his pals means something entirely different.
So, I was sniffing out my tree-mail and leaving my signature, as needed, until I spotted Rosie getting all serious, shoving her delicate diva-snout in a patch of grass with purpose. Well, whatever was going on was obviously going to require my personal attention, so I went over to see what was so important. Rosie had discovered a nicely decomposing lizard that had the most intoxicating fragrance. Eau De Decay!
Just as I was about to assimilate the aroma of this claim for myself, Mom decided it was time to move on. Bummer. Later that day, I told Smokey, our new puppy pal next door, about our cool find and he was quick to share a few of his own points of interest. After giving him a good sniff, I could tell even at his young age that he possessed a discerning puppy palette for the good stuff. Smokey was kinda showing off, so I think he’s sweet on Rosie, but don’t tell him I said that. Growl of Honor.
Smokey wanted to learn how to play football like a big dog, so I showed him some moves. He used those long Schnauzer puppy legs to his advantage, but he was still a noob! As the star running back, I was going in for the touchdown and here comes Smokey breaking through and trying to tackle me. Paw-leeeze. Score!! After my very excessive celebration in the end zone, I let Smokey have the football to work practice runs. Rosie was playing referee and gave me two paws up.
After taking turns slurping water, we each lay in the grass breathing really hard and wondering if another dead lizard might be close by.
Yesterday, Daddy told us there was a Superbowl coming up and Rosie and I are very interested to see just how big a “super” bowl can be! Will it be filled with all the yummy-munchies our Auntie Sheryl sends us? Or maybe even the most coveted treat: cheese and maybe even turkey?
Whatever the contents, we are anticipating that Superbowl Sunday may well be our favorite Howliday of the year (maybe even better than Growl-O-Ween).