My wife decided to pup me up

Follow RodFrisco.com on Facebook and Twitter. Click the icons on the lower right side of the page. Want to find information on a specific sport? Use the tabs at the top of the page or click on the category to the right.

—

For the first time in weeks, I didn’t update or add new information to the site yesterday. I had a good reason.

I was taking a well-deserved nap (take my word for it) when my dear wife Deb poked her head into the room. She looked like she was shielding something; she came in backside first.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” I mumbled, trying to find my glasses.

When I found my specs, I realized why she had entered the room in reverse: she was holding a puppy. A really cute puppy.

It was a Lab / Husky mix and she was as sweet as any pup you could imagine. And she was not a surprise. Ever since we had to put down her gigantic Akita mix a year ago, the missus has been pining for a replacement. Prodded – no, make that shoved – by her daughter Meg, she has her new dog.

Whoops. Forgot the plural: She has her dogs.

Deb asked if I was mad about the new addition. Mad? I’m a certified dog guy. Of course I wasn’t mad, I told her as my post-sleep fog faded.

“Good,” she said. “Because there’s another one downstairs.”

A pause.

“You don’t say,” said Mr. Certified Dog Guy.

Ah, my tricky bride and step-daughter, the latter of whom filled out the paperwork and bankrolled the transaction. And my equally tricky sister-in-law Becky. They all conspired while I slept to turn our humble Cumberland County townhouse into a foster home bursting with endless energy.

Can’t say I mind. Don’t think my 14-year-old triplets will mind, either. And I hope siblings Denver and Daisy will be just as happy as we are.

But my website does mind, or at least it did yesterday. Between the many trips outside that signify the start of Housbreaking Season and the simple distraction of having puppies in the house for the first time in 20 years, RodFrisco.com was shoved to the side.

But only for a day. I will not lose focus, especially with football season now clearly on the horizon with the advent of August.

Unless the puppies want to play. Which they do. Right now.

Sorry. Gotta go. I have a nose to be licked and sneakers to be chewed.