Considering the dire weather forecasts we were hearing yesterday, the Pet Fair event had a great turnout. There was music, food, games and lots of animals. Dash got a little too interested in a giant lizard at a nearby reptile rescue booth, but luckily he didn't get too close. An endless parade of little kids wanted to pet the dogs and we had a game at our booth where they could win a prize with a guess of how many spots Dash had. I think a good time was had by all.
The photo gear is still sitting on the floor where I left it yesterday. Now, yesterday's clutter has been joined by a new batch of bags and boxes containing today's rescue event paraphernalia. Tomorrow will probably be a good day to clean everything up. Since many businesses get tomorrow off for Veterans Day, I doubt that there will be all that much to do anyway.
Dot is asleep under my desk right now. I think this afternoon's activities wore her out. This weekend did me in as well. I need roadies. All the gear I haul around for these rescue events seems to get heavier every year. Now I lift Dot up and down as well. She's gotten too old to jump up into the Defender anymore. Sometimes I wish I was younger, but I'm not sure I'd want to be a kid in today's world. The 60's were the perfect blend of innocence, optimism, and adventure. There's still prenty of adventure in today's world, but I think a lot of the innocence and optimism has gone.
As I walked the dogs at sunset this evening, I heard someone playing taps on a distant hillside. It was hauntingly beautiful and reminded me of my Dad. The last time I heard taps being played was at his funeral.
|Dolly is today's Dalmatian of the Day
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