So... what has my life come to when the most exciting thing that happened to me (us) today was participating in the RV park's Christmas dog parade? Let me start off by saying that we had no idea this was even happening until I went out to throw some stuff away in the trash bin across the way and a woman said to me "Hey you are on the parade route!" And I was all... "Parade route? Here? What parade?" And then I had images of Shriners on tricycles and clowns and county fair beauty queens waving from the back of a convertible. All passing by right outside my front door...and I thought, "Ok! This is going to be an interesting cap to the day!" But as it turned out our parade was a dog parade. A small gathering of people and their pets who walked without much purpose or zest through the park accompanied by Santa Claus in a golf cart powered sleigh.
I stooped so low as to tie a green Christmas bow on to Rudy's back. You can imagine his surprise upon arriving at the dog parade. He was not the only one with Christmas decor tied to his body.
So... we walked around. And it looked something like this...
Are you laughing yet? Here's more...
I am sure the people who organized the whole thing had a much more grandiose view of what the actual event would play out to be... I know I had a more exciting visual cooked up in my mind. We needed like 50 more dogs and we needed spectators who could not get enough of us and our Christmas bedazzled dogs cheering us on wildly from the sidelines. I think I counted two people who set foot outside to look at us as we straggled by. We were led by a woman riding a three wheeled motorcycle and Santa brought up the rear in his wagon. When we got to the end of the route they handed out fancy treat bags to all of the dogs which was cute (again...this was a planned out thing with a much larger vision of dog action than what we ended up with.) There were two little girls (about 3 and 6 years old) who had walked with us and they were crying at the end because nobody had thrown candy at them during the parade. No one had any candy. One little girl asked her Mom if the treats were only for dogs. At this point I ran home and got some candy canes to bring back for them. I had to do something. They were gonna end up sneaking and eating dog cookies if I did not.
Sigh. The best outcome of the parade was that Rudy was exhausted afterwards. He has been quiet and/or sleeping all night. I would be in a dog parade every day if it would continue to produce these results at night.
Another amazing fact is that the local paper had sent someone out to document the event. So we might end up with our photo in the local paper. I am keeping my fingers and my toes crossed on that one. I will be sure to post the big news asap if we hit the Kerrville headlines this week.