Personal Puppy Bowl

Sure the Super Bowl was last night and, of course, we tried to watch. However, we were busy with the excitement and drama of our own personal Puppy Bowl happening right in our own house.

If you’re not familiar with the Puppy Bowl 1) shame on you, and 2) shame on you some more.

The Puppy Bowl is an Animal Planet show that takes place during the Super Bowl. They put puppies on a make-shift football field and let them “play.” It’s hysterically funny (especially the water bowl cam) and full of more cute than should be allowed in one sitting. (I will not even tell you about the kitty halftime show.)

My husband hates it.

Maybe it’s because most years I flip back-and-forth between Super Bowl screaming and the oohs and ahhs of Puppy Bowl. However, last night we didn’t watch it. AT ALL. We barely got to watch the Super Bowl. Mainly because we “acquired” a new puppy. (I use the word “acquired” loosely because the “acquiring” was actually an entire process of  my husband secretly taking my soon-to-be four year old to the Humane Society “just to see what was there” and then paperwork and phone interviews and a “meet up” with our older dog and then the promise of two ribs a grant and month of sock monkey donations).

And then we had a puppy.

Nevermind that it isn’t white like E’s been asking for or that it wasn’t a dog like I wanted, but at least my husband got it for my daughter.

Ahem. 

Anyway, so while we wanted  to enjoy the Super Bowl with my parents over, we were instead chasing our new 4 month old Destructo Dog. When you have a 13 year old dog who came to you when she was already a year old, you purge forget what it’s like to have a little puppy around. And you forget exactly how much it’s like having a baby who just learned to crawl: the pooping, the feeding, the crying, the napping, the non-stop pulling things from her mouth.

And you forget exactly how sharp those little puppy teeth are and that puppies don’t understand the full extent of how to use/not to use them.

Well, until in a moment of frantic Destructo Dog puppy play she jumps up and rips your three-year-old’s ear with the aforementioned razor-sharp puppy teeth and you have a hand full of blood and matted bloody hair and a screaming three year old and a “maybe we should take her to get stitches” decision all while trying to convince your parents (and yourself) that this really was a good idea.

Was there some football game or something on last night?!?

Tags: Destructo Dog, pets

Category: Blog, Destructo Dog, Family, Feature