Relishing his pick…

As you may remember, our dog Chester picked the Philadelphia Eagles to win this year’s Super Bowl, using his enigmatic canine selection process to choose between a green and a red squeaky ball tossed into our back yard. His selection process is made even more incomprehensible since dogs are essentially color blind.

When he picked the green ball, last week we assumed his selection would not bode well for the Eagles. After all, he picked the wrong team for the previous three Super Bowls.

This time, however, he hit the nail on the head — or squeaked the right ball as it were.

Proudly displaying his green squeaky ball

He was so proud that he actually took a moment to pose for a photo with the ball that he picked. Normally, he runs away the minute he gets a squeaky ball in his mouth in hopes that I will chase him around the back yard for several minutes before finally running out of breath and giving up. And if I do manage to grab the ball from him, I instantly regret it because of the coating of dog slobber it leaves on my hand.

So he’s anxious to make his next Super Bowl pick, but he’ll have to wait a year. By that time, however, the ball will have rotted away, have been ripped to shreds or is no longer an appropriate color for a team in the contest. But we have time to figure out where to get his next selection tokens. I’m sure Chewey.com can help.

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