Start 'Em Young. Raise 'Em Right.

Saturday.  Coastal Carolina.  Big Win (woo-hoo).  Ellie bogarts my ticket and scampers off to Athens with her daddy.  She was super, super, super bummed after the loss to the cocks last week, mostly because she was deprived of the opportunity to ring the bell.  I am quite proud of the fact that she knows the bell is ONLY, and I mean absolutely ONLY rung after a win.  If you ring it before a win or after a loss you will be personally responsible for the ills that befall the Dawgs, their fans, and every resident in the State of Georgia.  She knows this.  She gets the ramifications.  She's a good little Dawg fan. 

So she was thrilled beyond all belief to get to do this Saturday:

She rang the heck out of that bell.  She told us all about it when she got home.

Meanwhile, on the back porch of 337 St. Mary's, Harry was learning a few lessons of his own*:

*Note, the beer was empty, or at least that's what Aunt Mamie says, but you know how she hates children, so....

Pretty top notch Dawg calling for a two year old.  I like that he can bark WITH a beer bottle in his mouth.  Stellar. 

He can even do it covered in spaghetti:

Ok, so maybe the barking needs a little work.  He sounds a little like a chimpanzee.  I'll take it.