Each year a fair comes to town for the days surrounding what is called "club day", a day of celebrating, after a procession of witness that is a massive event, with lots of people walking with the different churches, and "rose queens".
I'm not a fair person. Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of justice and that kind of fairness, just not the types that are noisy and crammed with lights and litter and vomit. I'm not a thrill seeker at all. The kids are also now of an age where it's not cool to hang out with your parent anyway. So I went to a nearby field and had a very pleasant time enjoying the daisies. Tho dog was also in heaven, peeing left right and centre as it's not a field we usually go to, so he needed to leave his mark. I don't know if the excitement of the fair (still audible in the background, both from that field and also now from my home) unsettled him tho. He did that embarrassing thing of growling at every dog who passed, earning me a dirty look from one woman who presumably worried he fitted the Staffordshire Bull Terrier stereotype, and that he was about to savage her little pooch. Anyway, we made it back in one piece, tho he has eaten up various forbidden items scavenged from the surrounds of the fair, so we'll see what happens next.
I do like how dogs simply enjoy themselves. There's a lesson in that :D
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