To understand my October Photo Challenge entry for YOUR NIGHT, you have to understand my day. Saturday started with a Visiting Pet Program outing to see my friends at Colonial Oaks Living Center. I stayed true to our VPP motto–Bringing Love and Leaving Smiles–as I went from room to room to see the residents. I also visited with the staff, who needed a little cheering up after a sad week. There was no time for a nap when I got home, because my LSU Tigers had an important football game against the Auburn Tigers . . . or War Eagles . . . they can’t quite decide who they want to be. My Tigers found themselves in a slight scoring deficit early in the game, but I didn’t give up on them and they rallied to capture the win. It took a lot of effort on my part to get that victory for my team. I was tired, but I had one last social engagement for the day. Tallulah and I closed out the night by accompanying our humans on a little Magazine Street stroll to celebrate New Orleans’ Art for Arts’ Sake. We visited with artists, saw lots of costumed humans who were getting a jump-start on Halloween, and stopped into our favorite watering hole where our human mommy enjoyed the air conditioning, our human daddy caught up on college football scores, and Tallulah and I did what we usually do: attracted and reveled in attention. By the time we returned home, I was a bit exhausted. I curled up on my blanket on the couch, which is kind of a special treat for me, and I said goodbye to a busy day and hello to a relaxing night.
Tomorrow’s photo challenge is BEST FRIEND. I’m pretty sure you can guess who that’s going to be. 🙂
My human mommy/blogging assistant is a bit of a geezer, so she looked at today’s October Photo Challenge prompt and thought, “What in the world is OOTD?” She could have asked me. I’m hip. But instead she asked the Google. The Google knows everything. Turns out OOTD stands for OUTFIT OF THE DAY. Duh. This one was easy for us. You see, today my LSU Tigers are playing the Florida Gators in football. That means that Tallulah and I are donning our LSU bandanas to lend moral support to our team. And boy do they need moral support. It’s been a bit of a rough season. As I dictate this to my personal typist/human mommy, the Tigers are barely holding on to a lead. If the Tigers don’t win this one, our OOTD for next week’s game might be a couple of paper bags over our heads.
Update on Nate: Nate is now a hurricane and he’s closing in on the coast. The projected path is to our east, which is a good thing . . . for us anyway. We’ve had very little rain so far, which is another good thing. And we still have power, which is the best thing of all. Conditions will get a little tricky into the night, but at this point we’re thanking our lucky stars. Hopefully we’ll still have power tomorrow so we can share our TREAT post with you. Even if we don’t have power, we’ll still be having a TREAT . . . because I say so. 😉 P.S. You would think that my personal photographer/human mommy could have gotten the Tigers on the TV in that photo above. Think again. 😉
Late last week, my human mommy helped my rockin’ friend Bashful pack his bags and head home after an eventful stay in my hometown of New Orleans. He had quite a visit. Between a Pelicans basketball game, gumbo and brass bands, and laundry and red beans and rice, it seems Bashful was always on the go with my humans . . . and he was always eating. He may need some new clothes (one size up) when he gets home. Before Bashful traveled back to Bacon and the Hotel Thompson, I got to spend a very special day with my new little friend.
We were up bright and early last Wednesday and in the car for a road trip. Bashful called shotgun.
Before I knew it (maybe because I slept for most of the trip), Bashful and I had arrived at our destination: the Small Animal Clinic of the LSU School of Veterinary Medicine where I do rehab for my hip and elbow dysplasia. (You can click here to read more about my special joints and the rehab I do.)
I sent Bashful off with Mommy to run a few errands while I did my workout. The pre-Christmas Baton Rouge traffic was even more horrific than usual. I want to apologize to Bashful for any words he might have heard as he and my human mommy attempted to traverse the city as quickly as possible.
I sensed some slight traffic-related tension when Bashful and Mommy returned to the vet school to pick me up, so we all spent some chill time in the Serenity Garden with its beautiful fountain before heading back to New Orleans.
When we returned home, my little sister Tallulah Bee was still at Camp Bow Wow, which meant that the fabulous piggy toy that arrived with Bashful could come out to play. (Tallulah is a bit rough with toys, so they tend to run off and hide in a special cabinet when she’s around. When Tallulah goes to camp, the toys know that it’s safe to come out and play with me.) Bashful and I had had a pretty eventful day already, so after just a very short play time we were fast asleep.
We had a message from the Hotel Thompson that Bashful arrived safely at home Sunday afternoon . . . and he didn’t arrive alone. Seems Bashful is quite the ladies man and he brought his new friend Lola from Nola back to Georgia. At this point, I’m going to leave you in suspense so that Bacon can introduce you to Lola when he’s ready. Patience, my friends. 😉
And on the sixth day of Christmas . . . we interrupted the holiday season to celebrate our LSU Tigers. My humans and I were super excited to watch the Tigers take on the Notre Dame Irish in the Music City Bowl. I temporarily changed from my Christmas collar to my LSU collar and special gameday bandanas. My humans pulled out their purple and gold clothes, and the LSU wreath even came out for a brief appearance.
We certainly did our part, but on this particular day our Tigers came up just a little short. It’s a tough ending to a challenging football season. Fortunately, though, we still have six more days to enjoy the Christmas season . . . and that’s a season that never disappoints.
Things were a little odd around my house a couple of weeks ago. I couldn’t quite put my paw on it, but something was up. Mommy was spending a lot of time in the kitchen. At first she was making human food . . . not that interesting. And then she started making dog treats, which really got my attention.
She carefully packed all that human food and those yummy-smelling dog treats into this big red box. Wherever that big box was going, I wanted to go with it.
Then my travel crate appeared. I was definitely going somewhere . . . hopefully with that red box filled with dog treats.
My humans spent a lot of time studying this book. (Just for the record, my humans also looked at maps on the computer and on their phones. They’re not that old.) Hmmmm . . . why would my humans need to look at maps? Were we going somewhere new?
And then Mommy pulled out this little accessory. Could it really be true? Were we really going to the beach? Was I about to check an item off of my Golden Bucket List? I didn’t dare get my hopes up, but I must tell you that I was starting to get more than a little excited.
I was slightly less excited when, exactly one week before Thanksgiving, my humans gently nudged me prior to the break of dawn and whispered, “Miss Harper Lee, it’s time to wake up so we can start our excellent adventure.” It was still dark when we loaded my chariot. The chickens across the street weren’t even awake yet. That didn’t seem to bother my humans. We were off, and I was pretty happy that I have chauffeurs and I could get a little more sleep.
It seemed as if we had just pulled out of the driveway when my chariot stopped. My humans were oddly excited about something. “Wake up, Miss Harper Lee. We’re in Mississippi. You’ve never been to Mississippi before. Wake up so we can take a picture of you in front of the Welcome to Mississippi sign.” Naturally, I obliged. I knew from looking over my humans’ shoulders as they perused the road maps that Mississippi has beaches. Was this our destination? Apparently not, because after a few quick clicks of the camera and then several minutes of walking around while my humans said, over and over again, “Go potty, Miss Harper Lee. Go potty,” we were back in the chariot and back on the road.
Next stop: Alabama. Fortunately for me, the state welcome center was closed, so I got to sleep a few more miles before we reached the temporary welcome center. The nice welcome center lady invited me in, despite the fact that my daddy was wearing an LSU sweatshirt. Alabama and LSU are huge football rivals. I guess the welcome center lady was feeling charitable because Alabama beat LSU this year. Anyway, Mommy spotted this big mural and said, “Miss Harper Lee, sit here and practice your beach pose.” Yes! I knew I was going to the beach! I couldn’t help but smile as mommy snapped my picture. And then we got back into my chariot and continued to drive.
At our next stop, I saw this sign. I was in Florida . . . land of sun and sand. Miles and miles of beaches. When would I feel the sand between my toes? When would I frolic in the waves? Who else would be there? And just exactly where were we headed? Stay tuned . . .
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Well friends, in just a little more than 24 hours, my LSU Fighting Tigers will kick off the 2014 college football season. To say that the level of excitement at my house is off the charts would be an understatement. Mommy has planned a lovely brunch for the humans to enjoy during ESPN College GameDay; the refrigerator is stocked with adult beverages; and the pregame dinner menu is set. Mommy has painted her nails purple and laid out her gameday attire. You’ll be happy to know that Daddy has not painted his nails purple, but his gameday outfit is ready to go. And, of course, I am all set with my tailgating treats, LSU collar, Tiger bling, and bandanas for both halves of the game. We’ve raised the LSU flag . . . and we are ready for some football!
Thank you so much for joining me on my countdown to the start of LSU’s football season. If you don’t have a favorite college team, I hope you’ll consider pulling for the LSU Tigers. If you do have a favorite team, then I wish you the best of luck this season . . . unless, of course, you’re playing my Tigers. 🙂 Geaux Tigers!