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Tupper’s Top Five Favorite Things About Basketball v. 2015

16 Mar
Hanging out on my throne in the stands at the half, waiting for some scratchies.

Hanging out on my throne in the stands at the half, waiting for some scratchies.

This article originally appeared in the March 5 issue of The Archway, Bryant’s student newspaper.

To say that I love basketball is an understatement. Well, if I’m being completely honest, I love all sports in which a ball is being thrown around and might come tantalizingly close to my jaws.

You may have noticed that I often walk around with some sort of ball in my mouth. If you mentioned that fact to my mom, she might have told you that I refuse to move WITHOUT my ball. Hey, everybody’s got their “thing,” right? Someone who’s insecure about their intellect might always talk about grades…someone who’s insecure about looks might post, like, a THOUSAND selfies a day.

Me? I KNOW I’m smart and beautiful. And charming. And humble…BOL! Some people speculate that I like to suckle on a ball because I was taken from my bulldog ma too soon, but that’s definitely not the case – I lived with my bulldog mom till I was 16 weeks old. That’s twice as long as most puppies! Most of my bulldog friends (I got tons on Twitter, IG, and FB!) like to suckle on blankets or stuffed animals, too.

Anyway, Bryant Basketball isn’t ALL about the ball. I present to you “Tupper’s Top Five Favorite Things About Bryant Basketball”:

  1. BASKETBALL. I know I said it isn’t ALL about the ball. But it’s a little bit about it! I love to watch the players run up and down the court bouncing it. It’s mesmerizing. Still waiting for someone to bounce it my way.
  1. DRIBBLING. Glad to know I’m not the only one who does this. Dribbling, I mean. Oh…Ma says it’s a different kind of dribbling. Wait…so I’m still the only one drooling at the games? Ma says other people might be drooling figuratively for different reasons, but I’m the only one who does so literally. That’s cool. I’ve always been a rebel.
  1. POPCORN. Sometimes, I’ll drop the ball when someone lets their kid carry his or her own popcorn ‘cuz that stuff goes EVERYWHERE when little kids try to walk and hold onto it at the same time!
  1. MY THRONE. Do you see my throne in the picture? My Uncle DP made that for me. And he brings it to every game I go to so that I have someplace to sit because the benches are too narrow. Hey, my legs are too short to anchor me. It’s a ruff life being the mascot sometimes…BOL! My Uncle DP and Auntie Kristin are awesome. They are not only MY fans – they’re fans of all Bryant athletics and huge supporters.

And my number one favorite thing about Bryant Basketball is:

  1. PEOPLE. Tons of people and most want one thing: To scratch my bum. I approve.

So there you have it. Tupper’s Top Five Favorite Things About Bryant Basketball. Don’t forget – I’m on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Vine. Get at me! I’ll see you soon. ’Til next time…WOOF!

Where in the world is Tupper? (Part 3)

12 Jul

In our last post, we left Mini-Tupper on the plane, headed to London, England…

*STRETCH* Oh boy! The parents and Mini-Tupper finally touched down at Heathrow Airport. There’s just not enough room on the plane, Mini-Tupper confided to me. Especially because Daddy Del kept taking HIS arm rest!

And, of course, their luggage wasn’t on the carousel. “Too tired,” grumbled MT (Mini-Tup), “let’s just head to the hotel.” So they boarded a shuttle to Le Méridien Piccadilly, right in the heart of London’s West End.

“Wot??? Our hotel is in the middle of Piccadilly CIRCUS??” said MT. “How are we going to sleep with the elephants and lions and loud music?” Silly Mini-Tup! Piccadilly Circus is like Times Square in NYC. It’s THE place to be with lots of interesting things to see and places to visit. “Wanna check it out?” asked the parents.

Ahhh! This is the life! Is there room in the suitcase to take this home?

“Later,” he said around a yawn. “I need a relaxing bath and a nap…is there a spa in this place?”

They had to call the concierge…there were only two robes in the room initially. It was worth the wait, though, according to MT, because it was “like being surrounded by a fluffy cloud.”

Hey, I just met you…and this is crazy. But here’s my number…call me, maybe?

After his nap, MT wanted to check a few things out in Piccadilly Circus. As soon as he saw the phone booths, he realized he wanted to check in with Momma T and let her know all was well.

To Be Continued…

What I did on my summer vacation (as dictated to Kati Machtley)

3 Jul

Some of you may know that I was on vacation with Aunt Kati and Uncle Ron this past weekend.  Uncle Ron lifted my crate and me into the back of his car and off we went on Friday afternoon to a lovely coastal town. (I am a very good boy in the car, in case you wondered.)

After breakfast on Saturday, I was given a little “me time” when Uncle Ron went to play golf and Aunt Kati went to the Farmer’s Market. I was in my crate minding my own business while the fan beside the crate cooled me off. The next thing I knew, the door to the crate magically opened! I was free! What a great feeling!

What do you mean, “limited access to the house?”!!

Now what kind of mischief could I get into today??  Where did they hide the dog treats? What could I discover that would be good to chew on? I knew what I wanted: I wanted to find Aunt Kati’s slipper, which I had already absconded with a couple of days earlier. On Thursday I snuck Aunt Kati’s slipper into my crate when no one was looking. Let me tell you, she didn’t make it easy. She put it up on a bench, supposedly out of my reach…but she underestimated my bulldoggy determination! I got it, all right!

Hey…now, where’s that slipper?

Aunt Kati kept wondering why I wanted to go into my crate when they were eating breakfast.  Normally (when there’s food involved) I like to sit right on Uncle Ron’s foot and give Aunt Kati my paw at the breakfast table.

By the time Aunt Kati discovered that it was missing, I managed to chew a hole in the sole of her white terry cloth slipper, and I also slimed it. (Sorry, Aunt Kati.) Aunt Kati just took it, and put it in the laundry room to be washed. I didn’t even get yelled at! Being a mascot has its privileges.

Anyway….back to Saturday.  So there I was, sprung from my crate, snooping around, looking into every corner of the house where I wasn’t usually allowed. Then I managed to find a great, big closet. “Is this where they keep the dog treats?” I wondered. Well as soon as I got a good look at what was in there, I turned around to leave, and the door closed behind me.

There I was…stuck in the closet! There was nothing to chew in there, not even a shoe or a glove.  It was so boring and dark in there. But at least it was cool.

The next thing I know I hear Aunt Kati calling “Tupper, Tupper, where are you?”  Poor Aunt Kati must have thought that I was kidnapped since she looked all over the house for me for about 10 minutes.  Then she tried to call Cousin Erin to see if she had come over to take me for a walk.

What could I do to let her know where I was? I am not a barker, so of course I didn’t think of doing that.  But I know I’ve opened doors before with my hard head, so I figured that if I bumped the closet door hard enough it might open.

Bump…bump…bump… I kept bumping the door, and luckily she was right in the family room by the closet and heard me.  She opened the door, and boy was I happy to see her! Aunt Kati was so relieved to see that I had not been dognapped.  She checked me to see if I was all right and then gave me a treat, and took me outside for a nice walk (hmmmm…I may have to trap myself in the closet more often!). Then she gave me my favorite lunch, and we had time together in the family room.

So even though I got into a little bit of mischief, I am still having a good time.  Now I am back at Bryant, and by the way, it’s time to eat. Aunt Kati….Aunt Kati…where are you??

Tupper’s Tidbits: Top Five Barks of Advice to New Grads

25 May

I can’t believe the year’s over! Where did the time go? Seems like only yesterday I was writing my first Tidbits column, and telling new students, faculty, and staff all about me. I’m getting a little choked up thinking about all my friends who just walked under the Bryant Archway…I wonder, “Will they remember me? Will they keep in touch through Twitter and Facebook? Will they remember how to scratch me next time they see me?” Important ponderings, to be sure.

The school year’s over? NOW what do I do??

So, I thought the best graduation gift I can give to my seniors are some pearls of wisdom, some nuggets of insight from their favorite bulldog mascot (to be clear, I am referring to ME). Thus, “Tupper’s Top Five Barks of Advice to Graduating Seniors” was born.

5. Say “yes” to every work opportunity. You can’t even imagine what new skill or person you may meet who will change your life. Heck, I’m your mascot because my Mommas said, “yes,” when President Machtley asked them if they would be caretakers to an English bulldog.

4. Be true to yourself. If it feels wrong, it IS wrong. Or, if it feels right, go with it. Embody the Character of Success, and don’t lose focus. For instance, I gotta be me, so I chill in my Bulldog Buggy!

3. Keep in touch with Bryant. At least make sure your e-mail and work information are current in Bryant’s Alumni Relations Office. You could be the next featured alum in the magazine or enewsletter!

2. Someday, you’re gonna be rich. Remember that a lot of the resources you used at Bryant were made possible through alumni donations…think about what might have made your time at Bryant better, and make it happen on campus. I, myself, am considering donating a tree or fire hydrant…

1. You are not going to be an alumni. Don’t worry, I’m not saying you’re not going to graduate, but you need to learn the proper lingo. They don’t teach Latin anymore, so here’s a lesson from Professor Tupper: An ALUMNA is one female graduate. An ALUMNUS is one male graduate. ALUMNI refers to two or more graduates – could be all male or a mix of male and female. ALUMNAE (a-lum-NEE) refers to two or more female graduates. Alum is slang (not alumn)…use it (or alums) when in doubt!

There you have it. What are you gonna do without me? Keep up with my life on Facebook or Twitter. I don’t just disappear in the summer; I’ll still be around! ’Til next time…Woof!