Anyway, it turns out they are going to renovate it so my chances of seeing a game their till 2013 are virtually nil.
Daddy took me for a walk so I could develop some memories of it.
But not as exciting as all the tailgating Daddy took me to see. Unfortunately, he didn't agree to eat cheeseburgers and drink beer on my stroller the way I suggest we improvise. I guess we just weren't prepared.
Nor would he take any of the giant Huskies home. This whole concept of private property still kind of bugs me. If I want something I just take it.
Well, until 2013 . . . Woof!