Moby Hates Hockey

I took the dogs for their individual run through the park this morning. It was our only chance to exercise. By the way, Moby loves the snow.

After a paltry breakfast, only one cup, we headed out for Moby's hockey day. He was so patient waiting for our tickets to arrive from Tomah.


Once we got in, we found seats in the front row. Moby was not overly excited about all the action during warm-ups. He was a little nervous. Not sure if it was the helmets or what, but he eventually settled in. During the game he rested and during the intermission he met people.


We even met one of our loyal blog readers. My apologies for not getting a picture. My brain was too busy focusing on the dog in my left hand and the child that was temporarily in my right hand. One lady thanked us for the entertainment during warm-ups. She was sitting across the ice and said that watching Moby react to the action amused their whole group.

After the women's game, we stopped for dinner and Moby patiently watched us eat. After dinner, more hockey and Moby learned to hate hockey. Leaving the game, early because the Badgers didn't show up, he saw an order of french fries on the floor and walked right over them. Good Job Moby.