To the Man Cave (part 2)

So Mom went out with "the girls" to see something they call a "chick flik", which left Daddy and Poppi and me to our own devices. Of course I said, "To the Man Cave!" where we could settle down to an afternoon of guilt-free football-watching.

It's exciting, and not a little stressful. You see, Daddy wants me to be a Packer-fan, and Poppi wants me to be a Viking-fan. The one thing we can all agree on, however, is that we hate the Bears.

(Oh, and "Go, Hawkeyes!")

Poppi and me, just chillin' and watching the game.

"TOUCHDOWN!"