I hope each of you had a chance to enjoy the Super Bowl Sunday night; it was one of the great ones – down to the wire, with plenty of excitement and great plays. Some of the commercials were pretty funny, too.
Given my affinity for Volkswagen Beetles, it will not surprise you that the Volkswagen commercial where the golden retriever decided he needed to lose weight so he could chase the Beetle driving down the street was one of my favorites. The E-trade Baby came through with his usual panache, too. And for those of us who grew up with “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” the Honda CR-V commercial with Matthew Broderick was pretty funny too. I’d love to know if any of you had favorite commercials from the game.
In other news, Darwin was falsely accused of chewing last night. He walked into the den with a piece of paper in his mouth, and Mark was about to scold him for chewing, when Kayla called out from her bedroom that Darwin had been given a note and been bidden to take it to Mark. Now, I am curious to know if Darwin actually knew to bring it to Mark, or if it was just an accident that the next place he went from Kayla’s room was to Mark. I may never know, since I am not inclined to tempt Darwin with another such piece of paper.
I got a chance to go back by one of my favorite animal shelters the other day and walk a dog at lunch. This is a really fun way to help out your local shelter and exercise at the same time. The dogs that are in the runs waiting to be adopted love the chance to get to stretch their legs, and also the extra attention and petting they get (at least from me) as their walker, and the walker gets exercise while feeling that for that one day he or she has made a difference, at least for that one dog. It also may help to make more energetic dogs more adoptable by allowing them a chance to burn off a little energy so that they are not quite as hyper when people come to choose a dog from the shelter. Yesterday, I walked a dog named Blackjack, who answers to the name of Jack. Jack was the biggest dog I have ever walked, and from the owner of Darwin, who often resembles a small horse, that is saying something. Jack was not nearly as tall as Darwin, but imagine a cross between a lab and a Newfoundland, and you might begin to get an idea of his size. Jack was solid muscle, which could have been a problem but wasn’t because he had obedience training and walked like a dream, never pulling on the leash and always listening to me when I told him to come or to keep up. Quite unlike the twins, Darwin and Mandy, in my house, who make me feel like a crazed Hittite charioteer whenever I have them on the leash and try to exit the house. Jack hasn’t been there long, though, so it was hard to get him to wag his tail, but he finally started to once I was taking him back to his pen. I hope to be able to go back tomorrow (Wednesday) and then I will walk someone else.
Well, that’s about all for now. I hope each of you has a great day!