Texas Ranger Fan Fest!

Today we fought the crowd of 400 billion and went to Fan Fest for the Texas Rangers. Didn't get any autographs but took lots of pictures, hit some baseballs, and ran into a few people that we knew. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday morning.



With the American League trophy




CJ Wilson


A very happy little boy!

Heehee

Have you seen this? It makes me laugh!

Excerpt from a Dog's Diary.....

8:00 am -- Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am -- A car ride! My favorte 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. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

The only thing that keeps me going is the dream of escape.

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.

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 or 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 communicating 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.