I was having a lovely day last Sunday at Rocktoberfest. Dad did NOT use me as a prop, the sun was shining and I was enjoying the music and attention of hundreds of tourists passing through. My Lion from the Wizard of Oz was there working — without the Lion costume — and he came over and took pictures of me to show to my last Dorothy. She also works there, but was off that weekend.
People-watching
Then this started happening:
And this:
Then someone spilled beer:
and they came from all over.
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12 thoughts on “The Day of the Dog at Rocktoberfest”
lexitheschnauzer
My Mom likes ANYTHING stuffed with garlic BOL!
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corkscot
Beer is horrible. I don’t understand why people enjoy the taste of it. We know that dogs will consume just about anything.
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lexitheschnauzer
I only like certain beers, the medium bodied ones. One has to develop a liking for it, like for olives. I have discriminating tastes.
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corkscot
Mom likes the olives stuffed with garlic.
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Genevieve Petrillo
How dare they!? Camera hogs! They may be bigger (and drunker), but you’re still the center of well-deserved attention, L.
Love and licks,
Cupcake
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lexitheschnauzer
Thank you, Cupcake. There were lots of smaller dogs there too. I was still the most special one there! BOL!
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Kismet
Who spilled the beer? That’s a sin.
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lexitheschnauzer
I think it was the people with the golden retriever. It’s not a sin if the beer still gets licked off the sidewalk and from the cracks, is it? Those dogs didn’t let a drop go to waste!
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The Canadian Cats
Great, you saw the Lion from Wizard of Oz. You knew him as soon as you saw him? I’d be scared with those big dogs coming my way.
Shoko
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lexitheschnauzer
Yes, I remembered my Lion. He was so cuddly and sweet to me in the play. I never meant to get “residual” pee all over his arm at the beginning of every 2nd half of the show, honest! And he never even complained, although his costume did start smelling a lot like me.
Of COURSE you would be scared of those big dogs. You are a C-A-T! BOL!!
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Three Pups and a Couple of Kitties
Oh Lexi, that’s a lot of somethings…. What happened next?
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lexitheschnauzer
Well, Dad announced over the microphone that he needed “Amy” to come into the pavilion to help with the polka lesson. (Amy is my Mom.) So she helped with the lesson while a total stranger held my leash and I begged to be able to help teach, too. I didn’t get any beer.
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