It was tough to choose but I picked the one closest to New Glarus, one of my favorite places for festivals, bratwurst and fiberglass cows.
It turned out to be a great choice because not only did I get a close up look at Christian Rock fans waving their hands in the air like they just didn't careah—or careahed a lot, including a lady who had fallen backward off a picnic table bench—but there were free brats. FREE brats so I was in heaven (no pun intended). The gray-haired Christian rock fan was looked after and fine, waving about like an inflatable air dancer when we left.
Back to Puptember.
There were two Great Pyranese hanging out in the Wisconsin Brewing Company tap room and this pup was one of the most earnest dogs I've ever met. He had the grace of a white Bengal tiger with the welcoming manner of an employee at the Lake Mills Dollar General. High praise as I've become a dollar store connoisseur thanks to my mother.
There were dogs in costume, the best cream soda ever, music and a gift shop for my cousin to buy "growlers." Fitting don't you think? I didn't see any growlers or prowlers but plenty of jowlers and one or two howlers.
Here's hoping you like photos of canine cosplayers because I'll be posting a lot of them as well as pups going au naturel.
Have a cup of coffee.
And enjoy the only Halloween dog song I could think of. (Because the dog is named, "Boo!")
|A tortoise looking for a hare, i.e, the other half of his costume. "Bet she's at the bar."|
|You know, Debra, we both made a commitment to this thing|
|Dog trolls, aka Drolls. I must have the Twin Peaks purse next to the unfinished beer (as rare in WI as escaping the Black Lodge)|
|Those better be stuffed in chicken, wrapped in bacon and rolled in dead fish|
|You got a real attitude problem, McFly|
|Who's hungry for Goldfish?|
|Hopes none of his friends see him here|