Puppy Fair Day
Every year, the middle Thursday in October, one of the bigger small towns around here has a street fair–the kind with rides that make you throw up and really bad food in case the rides didn’t quite perform.* The posters for it go up in September and they’re everywhere. Two years ago I was commuting through peak poster territory to visit a certain litter of puppies . . . and in fact I brought them home on fair day. So every year at this time I think about worrying if the noise would freak them out**, and cleaning up puppy vomit, because the car worked on them really well.
Darkness is about four months old here I think. He pretty much house trained himself on arrival but Chaos was unreliable for a long time. Hence the newspaper in their crate.
* Okay, I have a bad attitude. I don’t like noise, I don’t like crowds, and I look at those whopping great generators keeping Ferris wheels and turning-you-upside-down-and-whirling-you-really-fast rides going, and think about carbon footprints and global warming.
** You get numb to the posters, and forget, possibly because you have other things on your mind, and find yourself driving at 2 mph down a nine-tenths blocked street with really really loud music, in quality very close to the food, thundering out at you
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