The final bark…

Yesterday, I chronicled my faithful readers (all four of you, possibly including me) about our faithful dog Chester’s conflicted pick of Sunday’s Superbowl winner.

In my annual highly scientific “toss out two different colored balls and see which one Chester picks” method of predicting the Superbowl winner, it was kind of a tossup. Chester first ran toward and then scooped up the green ball representing the Seattle Seahawks. But seconds later, he darted toward the blue ball representing the New England Patriots, grabbed it, then managed to stuff both it and the green ball into his slobbering and potentially toxic mouth. A clear tossup.

But later that afternoon, as I was playing his favorite “squeaky ball” toss game, he continued to gravitate toward the green ball. Finally, he would not relinquish that ball, even when I frantically squeaked the blue ball in front of his nose and then tossed it away from him.

Nope, not a smidgen of interest in the blue Patriots squeaky ball.

Below is a picture of him with his prized green Seahawks ball in his slobbery mouth.

You’ll note that the blue “Patriots” ball is forgotten and languishing behind him (circled in blue).

I’ll leave it to you, dear reader, to interpret all of this.

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