Fun at the Canal Festival

Archie had a wash and brush up this morning to get rid of the nice smell he rubbed into his neck the other day. We use special shampoo, so it’s fine. And he loves it. And the hair drier. And his bum was trimmed.

Then we took the bus down town and walked along to the canal basin for a ‘Canal Festival’ full of fun and frivolity. It was mobbed! Wee Archie did just fine, meeting lots of dogs, lots of people coming to pat him, and one rather large lady who stood on his foot (he yelped) and just walked on. I’m glad I was away ahead, or I might have would have said something to this lady. Actually, the man behind JR, who saw what happened, said that he’d ‘stamp on that big-arsed woman’ if she did it to his dog.

He also met a Bull Mastiff the size of lion, which was nearly the blip for today. Its head was the size of car wheel, and it wasn’t even fully grown!

There were a few races with silly rafts - this hairy man's oar was a drain pipe, so it took him a rather long time to get to the finish line - there was a band, trips on canoes, face painting, lots of food stalls. But it seemed slightly shambolic. Or maybe that was just a ‘relaxed atmosphere’.

After a while we went to sit down. I had had enough. Archie wanted to sit on knees - he was tired out. In fact, JR carried him quite a bit on the way home.

A toddler spied him as we neared home. The toddler came to pat him. Archie hid behind legs. I think he knows that toddlers are not the most gentle wee people, and are best avoided.

I can hear snoring as we speak.