The love of our pets is like the love of our children, in that we see them through the eyes of love, which blinds us to their faults. Unfortunately, the world is looking at them through a different light.
At Wrigley’s Field in Chicago He bought two tickets, but struck out. Barred from the game, with his pet, “He stinks!”rang J. K.Wrigley’s shout. At Sianis’ tavern across the way, his pet, Murphy, was quite a hit. But at the ball park, life turned sour; they didn’t favor his goat one whit. He aimed his pet to bring them luck to watch World Series pennant wave. Ejection brought anger, and a curse, that loss would trail them to the grave. The Cubs have yet to take the prize; for seventy years, their losses count, while Murphy’s name has garnered fame and Wrigley’s shame they can’t surmount.
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