Last night, unlike most of my fellow Americans, I didn't watch the Superbowl. I did, however, watch some of Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl III. Why? Well, because I watched it last year–and few things are more hypnotic than watching a bunch of puppies playing on a miniature football field, set to soft music. It's the perfect thing to have on in the background on a Sunday afternoon while you're cooking, or cleaning your apartment, or drinking with friends and wondering what's become of your life.
Secondly, I found out that this year Puppy Bowl was going to feature a "puppy tailgate party", which is a magical combination of words–much like "goat first communion" or "duckling roller skating party"– that instantly piques curiousity and begs further investigation.
Turns out, the puppy tailgate party was exactly what it sounded like–a chihuahua shivering on a lawnchair, a doggie bartender, lots of barking at the "game", and many squeaky toys on a grill: