Monday, March 13, 2006
Dog Carnival at East Coast Park
The Scruffy King does not walk.
He is carried by his Human Servants.
On Sunday, I brought Lecter down to East Coast Park for a dog carnival. It was the biggest dogorgy gathering I'd been to since my last visit to the dog park at NYC. Both Lecter and I were very much overwhelmed.
For the heck of it, I queued to enroll Lecter in one of the competitions. There were queues everywhere, for free samples of (*insert sponsors' products), food, water etc, that it was difficult see where one queue ended and another started. By the time I realized I was in the wrong one, I'd lost a pound through perspiration, and was too glad to run off to the cooling station.
One of Lecter's first friends.
The MC's booming voice told us that this was the fourth time the carnival was held, but looking at the way things were going that day, there was definitely still a big ass amount of room for improvement.
My pick for the Champion Wagger Competition. Her tail was an automatic fan.
I only watched half of one of the many competitions that didn't turn out to be as exciting as I thought it would be. We spent the rest of the hours at the cooling tent where Lecter made a few friends and I discovered a grey Lecter clone that came and went too quickly for me to force breed with the black one that I have, so I could have a whole brood of crazy lecters.
The White Princesses
My favorites at the carnival were the big ass breeds, one of them a stallion black standard/giant poodle that could easily match my height if it decided to stand up. Its dog bed was probably as big as my bed.
Its tongue is longer than your ice-cream.
We left the carnival soon after to begin the long crazy hike to McDonald’s right at the other side of the Park. By the time we left the Park altogether, we were crisped red like Fuji apples. We're gonna be nursing our sunburns for the week to come.
The sun, the sea and a dog tied to the railing.
The Scruffy King does not walk.
He is carried by his Human Servants.
On Sunday, I brought Lecter down to East Coast Park for a dog carnival. It was the biggest dog
For the heck of it, I queued to enroll Lecter in one of the competitions. There were queues everywhere, for free samples of (*insert sponsors' products), food, water etc, that it was difficult see where one queue ended and another started. By the time I realized I was in the wrong one, I'd lost a pound through perspiration, and was too glad to run off to the cooling station.
One of Lecter's first friends.
The MC's booming voice told us that this was the fourth time the carnival was held, but looking at the way things were going that day, there was definitely still a big ass amount of room for improvement.
My pick for the Champion Wagger Competition. Her tail was an automatic fan.
I only watched half of one of the many competitions that didn't turn out to be as exciting as I thought it would be. We spent the rest of the hours at the cooling tent where Lecter made a few friends and I discovered a grey Lecter clone that came and went too quickly for me to force breed with the black one that I have, so I could have a whole brood of crazy lecters.
The White Princesses
My favorites at the carnival were the big ass breeds, one of them a stallion black standard/giant poodle that could easily match my height if it decided to stand up. Its dog bed was probably as big as my bed.
Its tongue is longer than your ice-cream.
We left the carnival soon after to begin the long crazy hike to McDonald’s right at the other side of the Park. By the time we left the Park altogether, we were crisped red like Fuji apples. We're gonna be nursing our sunburns for the week to come.
The sun, the sea and a dog tied to the railing.
