Viva L’Tivo

The Tour De’France is truly a lovely thing.  Mom and I watch it.  OK, we TiVo it, then we watch it.  As of today, we are five stages behind.  And that’s only because DirecTV got a hitch in it’s get along and lost one stage and a rest day.  Mom was in a very high state of agitation the day THAT happened!  Whooee! Do not mess with her bicycle race!  But I guess if that hadn’t happened, we’d be seven days behind.

Mom waits for the TDF all year.  She’s a bit batty over it.  She’s into backgound, who’s who, strategy, new technology.  She even takes those tidbits of information the commentators give out (I like Phil Ligget and Paul Sherwin- they have cool accents, and Bob Roll is just a bit off center so you have like the guy.) and applies them to her cycling.

And, yes, I realize she is a week behind.  So if she likes it so much, why is she a week behind, you ask?  It’s like a tradition with her.  She says no one has time to sit in front of the television for four to five hours a day, regardless of what’s on.  Her behind would get sore, nothing will get done, life will pass her by, blah, blah, blah.  And TiVo is a wonderful thing.

I can state unequivocally that I, personally, could sit for hours on end watching the tour (or anything else for that matter).


You can see this here, where Dad got a shot of me devouring the fast paced, exciting sport of pro cycling in it’s highest form.  To be honest, I’ve got pretty good form here, too.  I’m actually a darned good-looking Griffon.  Totally relaxed and comfortable in my environment.  Not the least bit disturbed by the chaos and carnage happening at the Tour.

And to think that everyone else is done watching, up and going about their day, back to the old grind.  History has been rewritten in the cycling books.  Everyone is done with the 2012 Tour De’France.  Not me. Oh, no.  I have at least five days left..  And if history repeats itself, I can easily squeeze seven more days of heaven out of this bike race.

Trivia Time!!!  There are 21 days in the Tour De’France.  I bet not one of you can guess which day is my favorite.  Hmm?  Three guesses and the first two don’t count against you.  Think, think, think.

Why, obviously it would be….


Hahaha!  See you in the Pyre’ne’es!


About onecoolgriff

Hello to all my friends! My name is Rambo and I'm a Petite Brussels Griffon living in Michigan. My family is a bit diverse, and we love all the exciting things that can happen when you live in a small zoo. Included in my family are five dogs (two more Griffs, although Pearlie Blue is really a Pug-Griff I think, and Jemmie the diva; Atticus the Rottweiler aka Atticus the Bratticus, and Buddy the incredibly-old-but-still-getting-around whatever kind of dog), two cats that the peeps call Barn Cats, making them a bit more mysterious than a "regular" cat; three VERY BIG horses, and of course my two peeps, Mom an Dad. I love being a little Griff in a big world. Everyday is an adventure and my job is to find the usual things and make them unusual. Never a problem! I'll be sure to let you know whenever I find something new and exciting.
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6 Responses to Viva L’Tivo

  1. Oh my, what a picture. I see you really are getting into the exercise portion of the TDF!

  2. Bassas Blog says:

    That is a great picture!

  3. lol…..great photo…..wanted to rub your belly. So cute are you. 🙂

  4. Came back to crack up again at this hilarious photo. Love it! 😆

    • onecoolgriff says:

      Thanks Silver, I’m glad it amuses you! I may be a little guy, but you have to admit it takes ba##s to post a photo like this!

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