If I went to one of these Charleston Riverdog games I’d watch Titus more than the actual baseball game, but at the same time I wouldn’t be complaining. How could you complain about that? Cat lovers probably would. I’d probably be laughing the whole time. Cheering him on and throwing doggie bacon on the field. If they made a bobblehead of him with a bat in his mouth, I’d pay an obscene amount of money for it.
Titus. Bat Dog. Legend.
If I don’t name my next dog Titus, I’ve failed at life.