Life With Sharon, or, How Much Can a Dog Take?

The Rrraspberry Festival

July 17th 2010 9:50 pm
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Woof! Mom surprised me today! This morning she went for a bike ride with Aunt Connie and was gone for a long time. When she finally came home, she fed me dinner and then told me we were going to the Raspberry Festival in town. Well, I don't know what raspberries are and I've never been to a festival, but I sure was glad I was going with Mom! First we picked up Poochini and Aunt Connie, and then we drove for just a few minutes before we stopped and got out again. I was ecstatic! I didn't have to stay in the car! We walked about a block and I started to hear really loud music and started seeing a lot of people and other dogs. Some were walking around, some were sitting and listening to the very loud music (which kind of scared me at first) and nearly everybody was eating something. The tantalizing smells teased my sensitive olfactory glands. We sat on the grass and listened to the music - Mom said it was jazz. All I know it was really loud! Some little kids wanted to pet me but I wasn't feeling very secure, so Mom had to tell them I was too shy to be petted by strangers. Poochini barked ferociously at everybody - human and canine alike -but I was quiet and sat behind Mom until I got used to things. Pretty soon, when I saw nothing was going to hurt me, I let my tail come up and started to sniff around a bit for bits of kettle corn and hot dog buns.

There were dogs everywhere - pug puppies, golden retrievers, really great danes, chihuahuas, oodles of poodles - even two shih tzus with haircuts that were really short except for their long ears and tail. I never did like that look - reminds me of a mullet.

Mom kept telling me what a good job I was doing, being brave, keeping my tail up. Soon we walked a block or two so Mom and Aunt Connie could get an ice cream cone. Walking in a crowd is not my favorite thing to do - lots of shoes to dodge and wheels of all kinds: strollers, walkers, wheelchairs - it can be hazardous being only 10 inches tall. On the way back, I was careful to walk behind Mom and let her run interference for me. I was pretty happy to jump back in the van when we got there, but Mom was very proud of the way I had handled the noisy crowd and crazy antics of humans. She said I was going to do just fine in Paris. Patch in Paris - imagine that!

 
 

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