No, Mom hasn’t finished the pictures for my next planned post yet, and I don’t have any pictures at all for this post, but at least I’m talkin’ at ya! And I have an idea for yet another post after the next one, so you may be hearing from me quite a bit in the near future.
The reason I’m writing today is because I got to go to the Arizona Renaissance Festival yesterday! The reason there are no pictures, is because Mom and Dad forgot to bring the camera. (However, if you want to see pictures of me at the AZ Festival last year, visit my Renaissance Borzoi and Renaissance Borzoi Redux posts.)
Yesterday, I went out to the Festival with Captain Jack and Peaches. My old friends Ghillie the Galgo and Nod(zilla) the Greyhound were there. I got to meet their new sister, Perch – another Greyhound. I like Perch a lot. I also got to meet the Greyhounds Moose (aka Killian), Burrito, and Highfield. And, of course, I got to meet lots and lots of admirers. So many people wanted to pet me and tell me how soft and beautiful I am. And some of them gave me stuff to eat.
There is so much food out at the Festival – turkey legs, steak on a stake, fruit ices, funnel cakes, and lots and lots more. Whenever I saw anyone with food, I would go to them and sit pretty with one paw up to see if they would share. Most of them did, plus Mom brought me some pieces of bologna, and she shared some chicken and hard-boiled eggs with me, and gave me some of the ice cubes from her iced latte. Best of all, though, the fish monger came by and gave me some smoked mackerel plus a bunch of tiny dried fishies. For some reason, nobody wanted kisses from me for a while after that, but the fishes sure were YUM!
We didn’t get to walk around the Festival because Mom had a pulled muscle in her leg, but I made sure she still got plenty of exercise by leading her from person to person, and from inside the booth to rest on the sheepskins to outside the booth to snooze in the dirt in front of the booth. I’m afraid my cream-colored fluff got a bit dust-colored, but I suppose I can let Mom put me in the rainbox to clean me up – as long as she promises to take to the Festival again…and she says she will!
Of course, the Queen came by to take me for a walk. It was only a short walk, because she had to get to the feast hall, but she promised she’d come back to take me for a longer walk later. Sadly, she got wrapped up in some sort of queenly business and had to send her regrets to me via one of her servants. When she walked by in the royal procession later in the day, she looked very sad that she hadn’t been able to walk with me again. Oh well, I’m sure she’ll be able to make time for a nice long walk next time I’m out there.
Bye for now!
–Sergei
