Our town’s fall festival was last weekend. I imagine it’s pretty typical of any small town street festival: lots of tacky craft booths and way too much disgusting fair food. It’s fun to wander around and look at everyone’s tchotchkes, though. I took Harriet with me, this time. She’s freaked out by crowds, and easily over-stimulated, but I figured she’d be able to handle a short outing. I’m happy to report that she did very, very well. She only got nervous twice: when the live band started playing and when a woman approached her with arms spread out and waving. The live band was playing Poison covers and the woman was clearly crazy, so I can’t blame her.
Harriet tooled around the square with her nose plastered to the ground, hoping to hoover up any food trash that’d been dropped. I’m a meanypants, so I didn’t let her have any of it. She got lots of attention from various young ‘uns, which she lives for. She also, shockingly, was perfectly okay with the strange men who petted her, even going so far as to solicit attention from one old guy.
One thing that surprised me, was the number of adults who didn’t ask before petting her. Almost all the kids asked first, which was great. Normally, it’s the other way around. Also, she got mistaken for a Pit Bull by two different people. I realize she’s petite and kinda dainty, for a Boxer, but I don’t think she looks very Pit Bullish.
red paper boat 