So my wife and I were driving back to New York this weekend from Cape Cod, and wound up stopping by the Cabelas in Hartford, CT. As we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that across the street is Rentschler Field, the home of the UConn Huskies. Once I got over the fact that UConn's stadium is about 30 miles from their campus, I decided to take a quick look with my dog, Zoltan. Yes, that last part is important.
The stadium looks like your typical new-ish stadium - lots of glass, sharp angles, nice-ish seating, big screen, etc. It also features a rather large Husky head, something my pup noticed almost immediately. Normally she is very good with distractions - I guess a byproduct of living in New York City. But one of the few things that consistently annoys/bothers her are large, innanimate depictions of dogs (such as the Petsmart in Troy, MI, which has a 6-foot labrador retreiver statute that she barked at repeatedly). So when she saw the Husky, I thought she was going to freak out a bit. Instead, she eyeballed it, growled a little, peed on the grass facing it, and then proceeded to walk away as if she couldn't be bothered.
Now, I'm not big on metaphors, but I see something with the way she responded to the Huskies. She loves wearing her UM collar, will sit with me whenever the game is on, and though one of her best friends is a Buckeye, she is still about as true Wolverine fan you can find in a dog. Like her namesake, she truly is a master of space and time, able to clear mid-sized fences in a single bound, jump about 4 feet vertically from a sit, and (to paraphrase Fred Jackson) juking ability that would make a Barry Sanders-Mike Hart hybrid blush. So if she is not intimidated by the Huskies, then the rest of the Wolverines shouldn't either. Bring on Saturday - I know my dog is ready.