On Rivalry Canines

Below is the story of an ordinary dog and her battle to overcome the cruel and and unfortunate circumstance of Spartan torture. 

As in all great tales, there is a beginning.

At a mere 8 months of age, she was already pure Michigan.   Inquisitive, relaxed, comfortable. 

Cheers for Michigan and runs 5K's for charity.

But only pain can forge a true sense of self, of being, of home.   As many have done before, she too went through trial and tribulations.  She was still only a pup when she was so brutally treated at an East Lansing tailgate four seasons ago.  Michigan would win that day, but the scars to her psyche have never relinquished their horrifying hold.  

That's Tbone manhandling my dog.

Look at how miserable she looks!  She clearly hates Drew Stanton.  And the color green.  And drunk, loud, obnoxious humans who believe alcohol transforms them into the characters of 300.  Her eyes are screaming for help as Tbone's grasp strangles her spirit.  This is misery.   This is MSU.

But could it possible get worse?  Indeed, her suffering had not yet ceased.  We all know Spartans are repeat offenders...(I'm looking at you Glenn Winston)  So of course Tbone can't keep his grubby, filthy, slimey green hands off my dog and defiled her yet again. 

Anyone else notice the Boddingtons on the table and get thirsty?

Humiliating.

Desecration of a man's best friend shall not go unpunished!  Brady Hoke and Denard Robinson agree, they love dogs, unlike cruel and indecent puppy hating Spartans.  Tbone probably has Michael Vick as his fantasy team captain and quarterback....yeah, I went there.

Ah but there is salvation, casting aside dirty Spartans, she rises a Wolverine.

That's a good looking collar.

Now look at her.  Classy.  Stoic. Proud.

Celebrating a Michigan victory with a little climbing.