I was browsing the local weekly paper, as I do, when I saw that the Harvest Festival in Arroyo Grande was coming up. Then I got online, as I do, to see what more I could find out about it. AG knows how to throw a Strawberry Festival, so I had high hopes for their Harvest Festival. In my wildest dreams I would not have imagined how awesome this festival is. There is really only one thing you need to know: They have Weiner Dog Races. Weiner... Dog... Races. Picture it. Go ahead. Picture those itty bitty legs pumping as fast as they can while those floppy ears trail in the wind.
There was no way I wasn't going to this. And, of course, Trixie wanted to go too. And so did my Mom. So we all drove out to Arroyo Grande on Saturday and stood on the sidelines to cheer for the racing dachshunds. As you might expect, not all pups were in the mood to race, so some of them walked a few steps and then just stared at everyone. A few made a break for the finish line. Some ran a few steps, stopped, ran a few steps, stopped, etc. And honestly, I have never heard such intense cheering at a local sporting event.
Sadly, I do not have photo evidence of this. I know! It was so crowded that I watched the whole thing through a gap between a woman's floppy hat and her husband's shoulder. So you'll have to trust me, it was magnificent.
I did take a picture with a tractor though. You're welcome.
"Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the sooner we will be able to treat life as art."