My television debut

I was on TV yesterday!

I went to the Giants/Diamondbacks game with my cousin, and we got to sit up by the chickens. For those of you unfamiliar with AT&T park, since Barry Bonds is intentionally walked so often (bastards), we keep a tally every time any Giants hitter is intentionally walked. I think this pic is from a couple of years ago:



So we were sitting up in that section when Barry was walked early in the game. And I got the chicken! The guy that brought it and the new numbers for the tally board said, "swing it around, you might get on tv". So I did, and I did! My aunt was able to Tivo it, and I'm going to see if I can somehow get it on the 'net.

UPDATE: Uploaded my pictures.

The view from our seats, during warmup:


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Das chickens! Again, before the game.


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After the game, kids 14 and under got to run the bases. I knew I brought Shelby for a reason!


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After the game we went down to Pier 39 and took a boat tour of the bay (different company than we went with, seldear, but same idea. Out under the GG Bridge and around Alcatraz). This is the northwest (I think) end of the pier from the boat.


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I took a crapload of pictures of the Bridge, but here's my faves.


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Here's the full gallery.

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Excerpts from a Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!




Excerpts from a Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity...

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little
hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now..