My name is Missy. I'm a ten year-old purebread Collie who's staying with the Whitlock family for a while.

They're nice people and all, but sometimes they get on my nerves. Take for instance today during the UT-A&M football game. Now, I was raised by an Aggie family and would bleed maroon if I ever let myself get down and dirty enough to get a cut. Oh, and I look like the Aggies' mascot.

The Whitlock family is a Longhorn family. Uncles Ray and David went to UT and uncle Ray owns season tickets. Watching the game was hard enough, but enduring their hooting and hollering was more than my delicate constitution could bare. I hid in the other room when it started to get bad.

When Uncle Ray played his Eyes of Texas CD after the game, it was more than I could bear. I started to bark and howl as loudly as I could. Since I couldn't share the many reasons why Texas A&M is the superior university with the cutest mascot in the world, it was all I could do.

They started laughing at me! Uncle Alex commented how interesting it was that an Aggie dog would howl at the Longhorn anthem. Well duh!!!!! What did he expect me to do?! They all found it very funny.

But they're wrong.

There's nothing funny about a 46-15 Longhorn victory.

Harrumph. I'm going to go pout now. Or see if I can beg off some dinner from their plates. Whichever.

[Ed. note: Theme blatantly ripped off of Sugarmama]