Last night I was up way way too late watching the NHL Stanley Cup playoff finals between Pittsburgh and Detroit (go Red Wings!!), alternating between elation and screaming like a maniac at the television. It was that kind of game. I do love the playoffs, despite their tendency to elicit mood swings.
Every time I got happy and excited and started cheering, Aussie came over to see what was up and if she could be part of the excitement. Tail awaggin’, equally as charged up as I was.
On the flip side, when I cursed and screamed like a banshee in frustration, Aussie went and hid in her kennel. She got all freaked out because I was freaking out and I’m pretty sure her thought process went something like this: omg-did-I-do-something-wrong-I-better-hide-just-in-case.
In the third sudden death overtime (did I mention how late I was up watching this game?!), the Red Wings lost. The Penguins scored on a power play. Dammit dammit dammit!! And unfortunately for the dog, this means she’ll have to experience my wild hockey playoffs induced mood swings again during Game 6 on Wednesday night.