waddle
John and I went to the basset hound rescue waddle on Sunday. It's hard to know where to begin in describing this, but basically it's a parade of basset hounds, many of whom are dressed up in little hats or bandanas. There was even a tutu. Bassets really are funny-looking dogs, so long and droopy. I spent a few minutes talking to an owner and petting her very tuckered-out dog, and I don't think the dog once acknoweldged my presence. I love dogs, but I think in this particular case I'd rather just own a big pillow - no walking, no baying, no shedding. And just as much vivacity.
