As promised here are some of the dogs who enjoyed the seasonal celebration originating in Germany that spread across the world.
This is Bentley on the left. She is a Labradoodle puppy.
On the right is an English bulldog. We weren’t able to get his name. His folks were very careful to keep us apart.
Next is Django on the left. (The “D” is silent.) She is an 8 week old Dalmatian puppy. Her folks had just got her from her breeder, out on a farm with seven brothers and sisters, and brought her to Rock City before taking her home to meet the rest of her family. They were socializing her.
On the right is a Border Collie whose name we didn’t get. Do you see the strange-looking brown thing on her sides? That’s all you can see of the huge pretzel costume she is wearing, BOL. We took her picture while she was sitting very still to have her “caricature” made. That means a picture, description, or imitation of a person in which certain striking characteristics are exaggerated in order to create a comic or grotesque effect. (I looked it up.) She must have really wanted that picture of her, ’cause she never moved.
Here on the left is Tate, an Australian Shepherd/Poodle mix. I think we could have been friends.
On the right is Milo. My Aunty Jen’s black schnauzer was named Milo, too. This Milo had sort of the same temperament. I was warned not to go near him. He did let my Mom pet him, though. He has a sister named Jade who was there with him, but we didn’t get her picture.
Last but not least (I heard that somewhere and have been waiting to use it) is Roxy the Cairn Terrier. That’s the kind of dog who played Toto in the old movie The Wizard of Oz. Just think, Angel Lexi not only had to learn her lines, her times on and off stage and all that acting stuff, but she had to play a cairn terrier as a boy, too!
Roxy was all dressed up for the occasion. You can see she was asking for some beer, but her folks wouldn’t let her have any. Then, today, something really funny happened. Our handyman who Mom and Dad know from church was here fixing something and, as he was leaving, he told Mom a story about being in a nearby neighborhood and seeing this whole family dressed up in lederhosen and dirndl. He stopped and asked them where they were going, and they said Rocktoberfest! Mom asked if they had a little dog who was also dressed up and he confirmed they did. It was the same people and dog we met up there. BOL, BOL!
We have two more weekends of Rocktoberfest, so we may feature more pups before we’re done with it. And maybe Dad will sing again with a different band. And – oh never mind, I’m starting to sound like Xena.
Wags, licks and wiggles, Lucy the Rocktoberfest dog