Just got home from a long weekend in Fargo, ND. I wish someone had told me the city was auditioning for the role of “Venice On The Red”
It started raining shortly after I arrived Friday night, and was still raining when I crossed the border back into Saskatchewan yesterday. I should have taken pictures, especially of the outdoor rings at the dog show. After two days, they were mud pits. So much so, that there were people showing in bare feet (shoes kept getting sucked off in the mud) and there was a hose available for people to wash the worst of the mud off before they came back into the arena (where, luckily, our little fluffy dogs were shown).
So, for Monday, the outdoor rings moved to the parking lot, and true to form, out they went in the pouring rain and wind to collect 12 cent ribbons, everyone soaked to the skin – 75 year old judges, included. I got sick just watching it. Seriously. I think I have consumption.
For this, we paid $20 per dog, per day. I think there may be a whole new field of psychoanalysis in there, somewhere.
Jeez.
Most dogs (and a lot of people) look like heck in the rain.
What a joy that must have been to judge. “Wet dog number 75 is claimed to be a german shepard. Could be. Could be a wet wharf rat too, other than the stance.”
Man there must have been a lot of stinky cars and trucks othe way home.
Fred
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