Pocket Dog: Conflicted Cardinal Fan

Two years ago a St Louis Cardinals cap landed in my Pappy’s front yard.  We had friends in St Louis, and Foley struck a deal with the birds to bring the Cardinals luck.  In exchange they dropped the cap in Grampy’s yard.  You can read about it here:  http://foleymonsterandpocket.blogspot.com/2011/10/pocket-is-for-birds.html

Since that time I have been a Cardinals fan.  Now our house was a Red Sox house but Daddy told me it was OK to be a Cardinals fans because the two teams rarely played, and it only mattered if they met in this thing called the World Series.  So everyone in the house rooted for the Red Sox, and so did I, but I also rooted for the Cardinals.

I don’t pay too much attention to what is in the news or on the TV.  River always barks at the television if there is an animal on it but I don’t pay it no never mind.  If there was something important going on I always relied on Foley to tell me about it, and even when she did, I still didn’t find it any reason to stop chasing my ball.

But, when I heard Mommy and Daddy talking about the World Series starting I climbed into my Triangular Kitty Condo, dug through the drawers, found my Cardinals rally cap, slipped it on, and stepped out into the living room.

Daddy looked at me and asked why I was wearing a Cardinals cap.  I told him it was World Series time, the Cardinals were playing, and they needed my rally cap.  Daddy told me, in that tone of voice I hate (it sounds like he’s telling me something I should already know) that I couldn’t wear the cap because they were playing the Red Sox.

Oh man!  This wasn’t supposed to happen!  What was a good dog to do?

As you know us dogs main weapon is our loyalty and a fanatical devotion to our parents….our two main weapons are loyalty, faithfulness and a fanatical devotion to our parents….our three main weapons are loyalty, faithfulness, cuteness and a  fanatical devotion to our parents….our four main weapons...never mind.

So I was loyal to the Cardinals, but I was loyal to Daddy, and I can’t root for both teams. A Pocket divided against herself cannot stand, and neither can a Pocket balanced on the arm of a chair.

I have tried to be neutral but it has been hard.  There were the two fat guys who tripped over one another at third base Saturday night and that caused a lot of yelling which made me retreat to my condo (Foley used to run upstairs, stop on the landing, turn, and give my parents a look of disgust when they yelled, then go under the bed.  But we don’t have an upstairs anymore so I only had my condo) and the same thing happened on Sunday when the Wong runner got called out at first.  Not only did that make me retreat to my condo but it made my bowels turn to water the next morning.

Luckily there was not a lot of yelling Monday night, but there is much yelling in the forecast.  

Mommy understands, she told me if the Cardinals win or the Red Sox win I’m a loyal dog and a winner either way.  That was sweet.  But it’s hard to feel like a winner when you standing in a puddle of your own poo.

So go Red Sox, or go Cardinals, go get this over with quick.  My tummy can’t take much more of this.  But I do enjoy the eighth inning in Boston when the understanding fans sing “Sweet Pocket Dog” to me to ease my indigestion:

Where it began,

You can't remember knowin'

But don’t worry if you got it wrong

Root for the Cards

Or maybe your Dad’s Red Sox

It only lasts seven games long.

Paws touchin’ paws

Reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' you

Sweet Pocket Dog

(Bark Bark Bark)

The tension upsets your poo

(Your poo, your poo, your poo)

Sweet Pocket Dog

(Bark Bark Bark)

The tension upsets your poo

(Your poo, your poo, your poo)