As if coordinated by some canine strategic command in some far off place where dogs talk, we all blitzed the back door between the 1st and 2nd periods. Each of my four legged children raced right to their designated real east ate and watered the grass. Moments later, as if in unison, it was two steps to the right for each as the customary land mines were placed. After a triple stationery 6 step cha-cha, we raced to the back door yearning for the warmth of the interior in the hopes of a tying score. As we paused to partake of our customary treats for doing the Doo, I could see in their eyes as if to say, Lets Go HAWKS!!!!!
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 00:27:26 +0000
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