Looking for something different to do, I went across town to an arts and crafts festival. Before perusing the wares, I stopped by the dog park to meet my second favorite dog. He is a boxer dog whose spastic puppy tendencies warrant an hour or so at the dog park before being taken in public. He's sweet to the ends of his flapping jowls but if you want him to act like calm dog, you must let him get his wiggles out.
Sitting at the park with my friends, I commented on how much being at the dog park reminded me of when we'd take the kids to the park so they'd nap once we got home. There were several dogs of varying size there and they had an enormous space to run. Guess where they chose to hang out?
Yep, right at the feet of their parents. Jumping, and play growling, and slinging spit kept us popping off comments like, "Go over there. Don't doooo that. Stop biting him. Really, Bru?!?!?!"
Eventually we left and headed to the festival. He was the perfect four-legged specimen.
Booths with people selling their crafts were filling the park. You could buy dog treats, knitted items, various wood crafts, blown and cut glass, beautiful stained glass, cute clothing for your precious little ones, homemade soap, and much, much more.
After going around the loop, we decided it was time to eat and chose a beef gyro and a fresh squeezed lemonade. While we ate, we talked and listened to a DJ spinning (do they say that anymore?) records. Maybe it was more like pushing a few buttons to load a playlist into the queue. Anyway, it was a relaxing day.
When the thermometer hit 85 degrees, I headed home. Upon arrival, an Arnold Palmer over ice hit the spot.
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