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My Terriers are spending more time wandering the ballpark concourse looking for dropped chicken wings and ketchup splatters than they are spending time playing baseball this season. We're 43-53 and in last place in our division.
On the bright side, we've got a trio of vintage pooches headed to the all star game...
Sliding Billy, Heinie, and Christy. Let's hope they don't embarrass me by running off with a hot pretzel and then playing tug of war with it.
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