It seems the Big Guy and I were the bocce virgins at the 11th Annual Bocce Tournament. See, we did not know these people 11 years ago and they had not yet been introduced to the Grouchy Dog or the back "40". The universes have crashed...resulting in another spectacular party at "the dog." Although this one actually had a point and a score board. Who knew bocce could be so fun-or what they call the little balls you aim for...which adds a whole nother element to the game)!? I think some of their rules were made up, like the team names...something about being naughty (the Big Guy and his cohort "The Tongue Ticklers" took first place...maybe it is all in the name). And the name of the little ball-I looked it up...I knew they were pulling my leg. It's not their fault, they were all raised in South Dakota, but that's OK cuz I was accidently born there and now I know just why and where I fit in. It's sad to say you can't call me a virgin anymore, but that is one title I'll be happy to pass on next year. Special thanks to Boots who handled me with care.
2 comments:
What great photos! Super fun day! One of the top bocce's ever! Thanks for letting us crash The Dog!
So fun! Thanks a ton big snoot! Totally awesome (and a super fun post!)!
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