Encinitas 2008 is in the books

The hour was late. Charlie -- our half beagle, half undead-food-finder -- had seen dozens of corndogs eaten without spill or careless exposure. The last round of guests came in, and with a glimmer of hope -- like a 15 seed that makes that three to get w/in 9 points -- Charlie had his mark. Owen Schofield, now 2 and sturdy, was on the move. His brother broke to his 'dog, Owen snatched it, pivoted to the ajar glass door where he found his outlet ready to receive, and executed a perfect through-the-slot corndog hand-off. I got to Charlie in time to get the stick out (he WILL swallow them if you let him). Victory was his.