I'm a Hockey Dog 1

April 10 /08

It's the PLAYOFFS !

Everybody's watching Game 1 of the Playoffs tonight... even me .

Allons-y Habs !

Here is a secret none of you know about me:

I AM A HOCKEY DOG!

That's right. I am definitely a product of my environment and around here everything is hockey, hockey, hockey.

That's because my family are hard-core hockey people. They go to hockey games, they play hockey, watch hockey, talk hockey, and eat and sleep hockey. Sometimes they go on "Fantasy Hockey" weekends where they go on the road with the pros and practice on the ice with them between games. There are hockey sticks everywhere in my house. In fact, Daniel's hockey sticks are among my favourite toys and the biggest sticks in my collection.

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Everyone here has a Habs sweater. And when babies are born in my family, that's one of their first outfits! Even the girls. I have one too only it's torn to shreds because, naturally, I tried to eat it.

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Anyway, my late Grandpa Sam was a friend of the Habs and my Uncle Alan just organized an overseas hockey team. And if you think this hockeyness couldn't get any crazier, my cousin, Pierre, was the Scout and Assistant Coach for the Pittsburgh Penguins , Head Coach for the Hartford Whalers, and the Habs' front man. Now he's on ABC and TSN (The Sports Network in Canada). Pierre's the hockiest member of the family. He's our hockeymonster. We love Pierre.

My cousin Pierre

So is it any wonder I'm a hockeydog?

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I couldn't escape all this hockeyness even if I wanted to, which I don't. By the way, there's a rumour going around that my nose is black and flat because I got hit with a puck when I was a puppy, and the puck is still wedged there. But I think my nose was like that before I got hit. Besides, all the Boxers I've seen have puck noses so they couldn't all have been hit in the face, right?

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Anyway, I love chasing pucks and jumping for hockey sticks. It's a whole other world of fun.

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April 8 /08


Guess what? I got mail today! For the first time in my life, a letter came in the mail addressed to moi ! I was so excited I almost peed on the postman.

My first mail !

Inside was a big surprise. Mama ordered some Boxer bandanas from Butchy and Snicker's mom and they're awesome. I wasn't sure what they were at first so, naturally, I tried to eat them. I must test the digestibility of everything that comes into this house ! But then Mama tied one around my neck and now she's making me pose for pictures. B-O-R-I-N-G. I want to go to the park and show off my new scarf to the girlypups because I look like Cooldude McDog on a Saturday night club run. But no, we have to do stupid pictures first. It took me 10 minutes to settle down. Then Mama spent another l0 minutes adjusting her camera.

And now I have to sit this way and that way, and geez, are we ever gonna get to the park?

I don't mean to be rude, but when the heck will this be over, Mama?

Yes, Mama, I'm holding still. ( This is my

64th favourite ball ... ho hum ...

.... and my 45th favourite bone.) YAAAWN.

This is taking way too long. I'm a very bored dog.

Do I have to drag you there by your Crocs, Mama?





Ok, that's it. These dumb pictures are cutting into my park time. I refuse to pose any longer.


(Who likes my polka-dot tummy?)

Ahh, finally. Mama's putting her camera down and she's getting out my leash. . . Ciao for now.