Play Ball!

Last Thursday, my little sister and I joined our humans at the Shrine on Airline to watch the New Orleans Baby Cakes minor-league baseball team take on the Iowa Cubs, an affiliate of the World Series champion Chicago Cubs. The Baby Cakes host Dog Day at each of their Thursday-evening games. Every Thursday also happens to be Thirsty Thursday with $2 12-ounce domestic drafts, which comes in very handy for all the humans who are stressed about ensuring that their four-legged family members behave themselves for nine innings.

Technically, this wasn’t my first time at the ballpark. I concluded last year’s A to Z Challenge with a trip to Zephyr Field, as it was known them, but I only got to see the outside that day. (You can click here to read that post.) And back then, our Triple A Miami Marlins affiliate team was called the Zephyrs. Then they had a big contest to change the name and, in a bit of a controversial move, they became the Baby Cakes. It’s a play on our Mardi Gras tradition of placing a little plastic baby in our king cakes, but it’s a little odd because no one ever says “baby cakes” around here. Nevertheless, the new name has grown on us and the logo is pretty fabulous, so we’ll give our hometown team a pass. But I digress. Back to the game.

Humans and their canines have the option of enjoying the game from two different locations. Most of us sat beyond the outfield in an area of the ballpark called the levee. The nice people with the Baby Cakes set up water bowls and kiddy pools for the pups to enjoy, and there’s plenty of room to stretch your legs . . . all four of them.

Dogs are also invited to join their humans in certain sections of the stands along the first base side of the ballpark. We decided that Tallulah probably wasn’t quite ready for that level of sophistication, but we did stop by to enjoy the view.

And speaking of Tallulah, her mind tended to wander during the game. She was far more interested in the dogs around us and the hotdogs and Cracker Jacks their humans were enjoying than she was in the action on the diamond.

My big round eyes, on the other hand, were glued to the game . . .

. . . except for when I dosed off briefly. Turns out baseball is pretty conducive to napping.

My humans, Tallulah, and I say cheers to the Baby Cakes. We had a fantastic time and our hometown team won the evening we were there. We definitely plan on attending another Thursday evening Dog Day game this season. Here’s hoping we catch a homerun ball or at least have a little taste of a hot dog on our next visit.

Have you ever gotten to join your humans at a sporting event in your hometown?


Wordless Wednesday: See Ya Later . . .

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Happy Eighth Birthday, Miss Harper Lee!

A note from Harper Lee’s mommy . . .

Today is Miss Harper Lee’s eighth birthday. She and I celebrated a little earlier this week–just the two of us–with a visit to the edge of the Mississippi River. We watched the barges travel up and down the river, she watched the squirrels travel up and down the trees, and we reflected on eight great years.

I couldn’t have asked for a more amazing dog. She’s sweet and smart and eager to please, and she’s been all of those things every day since the first day her human daddy and I met her.

She has an amazing ability to connect with people. Through the Visiting Pet Program, she goes to nursing homes, universities, summer camps for children with special needs, and shelters for people forced from their homes by natural disasters. She immediately brings smiles to people’s faces. When they pet her, they all say the same thing: “She’s so soft.” 

As much as I try to deny it, eight is sort of getting up there for a Golden Retriever. I have no idea how many more years we have ahead of us, but I do have a promise for my sweet girl: Your health and happiness will be my priority, and I will make every day an adventure filled with love.

Happy eighth birthday, Miss Harper Lee!

 

 


Wordless Wednesday: When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

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Blame It on Mardi Gras

Let me guess. You were thinking I had fallen off the edge of the Earth, right? Wrong! The Earth is round–not square–so falling off the edge would be impossible. Even a dog knows that. Here’s what actually happened: I fell into the Mardi Gras abyss. Carnival season is serious business where I live. It starts on January 6 and ends on Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras), which is the day before Ash Wednesday. This year Mardi Gras fell somewhat later than usual because Easter will be later than usual. It’s all very confusing, but here’s the bottom line: The entire city of New Orleans has been pretty busy for the last two months.

I was busy cheering on the marching band from my neighborhood school, ReNEW Cultural Arts Academy for students eighth grade and younger. The RCCA marching band has been practicing all school year. I hear them every weekday afternoon, and lately I’ve seen them marching down the street as they prepared for the busy parade schedule. All that practice and preparation paid off. My humans saw them in several parades over the two big weekends of Mardi Gras festivities and they were fabulous. Just for the record, I don’t go to the parades. They’re much too loud and crowded and–frankly–crazy for dogs.

Which brings me to my humans. They were busy doing what humans do during Carnival season: being crazy. Every time I turned around, they were headed out the door to another parade. And half the time I didn’t even recognize them. Mommy’s hair usually isn’t pink, and it’s definitely not that big. And Daddy normally doesn’t wear a feather boa . . . really.

When the festivities finally came to an end last week, we all breathed a sigh of relief. It was fun, but pretty exhausting. I supervised as Mommy packed away the decorations and stored them until next year. And then Mommy helped me with a very special project. We collected some super special beads and other throws to send to a super special blogging friend. My friend should get her surprise package Wednesday. I can’t wait! I also can’t wait to get back to blogging. See you on the Internet!


Merry Christmas!

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Sending merry and bright wishes from my home to yours for the happiest of holidays!

. . . with much love from Miss Harper Lee . . .