|Maxie left and Pepper right, in my arms, our booth behind us.|
I had spent the last 4 days painting our LCCOC logo on all 4 sides of our canopy, and was very pleased with how it looked. The cost of silk-screening would have been prohibitive, not to mention I couldn't find a printer who would do it, so I did it myself for about $5 using 3 coats of fabric paint. We were one of the only booths with an overhead logo, plus we had so many volunteers, we had to set up an additional canopy to shade all their dog crates!
I only brought the two paps, leaving Lucky, Willow and FoohFooh at home. We were gone all day, but Nathan came by and let them out mid-day so that worked out well.
But first, Pepper had never ridden in the caboose so I had to do a bit of on-the-spot training. He looked so adorable misbehaving with his front paws hooked over the edge that numerous passers-by wanted to snap pictures of that, but he quickly learned that he only got treats from Mamma when he sat with both front feet tucked in. I myself had to resist the urge to reward him for cuteness alone, but the next step would be his jumping out. Here I am testing his resolve while I reach for more treats. He is getting much better at impulse control.
Unfortunately, it was unclear when the parade started or where, so we ended up with everyone scattered. Not how I pictured it. I ended up pulling the wagon alone with my dogs unattended in the back, and no hands for throwing beads or time to pass out brochures. Both sat perfectly throughout the parade, though, demonstrating perfect obedience, and many people made me stop so they could take pictures of the darling pair. Are they not ADORABLE???? I think Paps look better in pairs.
|Pepper left, Maxie right, riding in the caboose.|
wearing their Mardi Gras collars and posing for photos.
That said, nothing bad happened. In fact, I am amazed every year how hundreds of strange dogs can gather at the event, held on loose leashes by untrained owners, and there aren't many, if any, incidents.
We all came home totally pooped, they conked out, and I began running a fever and coughing my head off. Today I went to the doctor, got a chest X-ray, and was diagnosed with pheumonia! No wonder I've been dragging. Got a shot, antibiotics, and an inhaler and if I don't improve within 48 hours they are putting me in the hospital.
It is also my son's 41st birthday. My how time flies when you're having fun!
Upwards and onward!