There were a lot of pets there (if I'd known they were allowed, I would have brought one of the snakes-I'm sure he would have been a hit! )



I got a shot of his royal highness, or should I say say his royal "pugness"



Of course, later in the day, he was out of costume and being carried by his owner (pugs aren't great in the heat, especially if they're wearing velvet).



I also caught a shot of the dog with the kegs (shouldn't she have been a Saint Bernard?).



I asked what was in the barrels. Her folks replied, "There was rum in there, but it's all gone". To which I bemoaned, "Why, why is there no rum!?"



We discovered what one does with wayward sons....





....and husbands.



I'll pause here so that Grant can make a silly comment re: Panache in the stocks...

Be well,