Posted by on Feb 9, 2019 | 10 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, maybe next time, dress up like a doggy and enter the parade, haha!

Well, Mya’s mama from New Orleans just sent this to us, and I don’t know of anything similar around here, but it certainly looks like fun!  Maybe we should start a festival and parade like that here.

A doggy parade with its family dressed to the nines, too, and then the queen or king crowned at the end.

Why are these sweet parades so charming?  And do those doggies (and kitties, if they have that sort of thing for us) have a good time being dressed up and competing?  I think they do.  All the doggies I know are show-offs, haha.  Today, the guy with the beagle, who used our parking area for his private bidet (!)–the beagle, not the guy, haha–was strolling down our street and he, I am sure, purposely avoided mama.

Because when WE got back from Roma last time, we learned that our kind neighbors had patrolled our parking area each day, picking up the beagle’s ‘calling card’ and spraying with Doggy-Off or whatever it is one sprays with to dissuade wandering doggies from…er…stopping, and these neighbors said they were pretty sure it was the poor little beagle.  Who doesn’t know any better.  BUT HIS OWNER DOES!

Well, the beagle is so cute he might win a contest in a parade, even if his owner is not as cute, haha.

I could dress him up myself and take him to New Orleans and maybe come back ‘kinged’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you think I should drop the owner a little sweet note?  Or maybe just visit his front porch?