The Return of the Sled Dogs

   Welcome! THIS IS A POST ABOUT THE RETURN OF SLED DOGS! To start off my blog I will talk about a superhero movie...IRON MAN 3! It is epic and awesome and... epic! I give it a 4 star rating! Wait. Better, 5 stars!

   Now, I'll tell you about a sad and terrifying fort story which has dog attached to it. So, it all started on Friday night, after the Iron Man #3 movie. We returned home and I made a fort out of sheets in the space between the foot of my bed and dresser drawer. I named  it Cozy Corner. And it was COZY! It was a good fort. But then, he came.
   The next morn, my Mum was checking out my fort when it came. With his tongue rolling, the beast rampaged in Cozy Corner in a massive shake in the Earth. Hoover, had destroyed Cozy Corner. Alas, tis a sad tale about a short lived fort. I now fear, as we have named him, Hooverzilla. Fortunatly I rebuilt Cozy Corner and Hoover is now a faithful resident...or is he? 
   Now it is the time to tell you about Lizzie, and her not so destructive adventures. First off, Mum and I took Lizzie for a walk. And Lizzie started her walk with a non-destructive but suprising thing. She found a garter snake. Lizzie pounced on the snake but, to our suprise, right after she caught it, Lizzie let Mr. Snake go. Not what I expected. I expected something grizzley.  Now Lizzie is wiped out after her big day. 
   That really is all I can relate to you about our dogs. And as usually, Nikita didn't do anything exciting this weekend. Now I will tell you about soccer.
   All last week my team (or teams) had been preparing for a 4vs4 tournamant. We would play 4 games with our own team. Then the coaches would divide the teams up and every one would be paired up with another player from a different club.
   To start out, this was my parents words, Good. My parents said I did good all around, with foot work, passing, and shooting. But my parents said I gave a kid from another fouling team an icy look. I say I did that because the kid shoved one of my teammates down and that isn't cool with me... I scored a goal on him. 
   And after a good soccer tournament, you need a good Squealers. You may not know what Squealers is. Well, Squealers is a roadside restaurant but I like it. I got a big plate of BBQ and a huge plate of BBQ nachos that I unwillingly shared with my parents. You should try it some time. I don't know the address but it's somewhere in Mooresville, Indiana...Stay tuned next time for the Mafia.