GO PHILLIES!!!

I learned last night that it is very lonesome watching the Phillies in the World Series all by oneself. Matt was out and there was only Tucker to startle with my exclamations of joy and angst. He is a faithful friend and stayed by my side, but he couldn't exactly discuss with me whether that pitch was inside or not. Besides, he had separation anxiety from Matt. The poor dog was beside himself with worry. I'm pretty sure he thought that Matt was never coming back. When Matt did come home, I thought that Tucker was going to have a heart attack. Pretty funny. What is it about Matt that invokes such love and devotion from even his dog? :-) Because he's awesome, probably. Do I tell him that enough? Probably not.