Barking Mad -- Guest Dog Blog, Pt. 1

Diggity Dog here again -- guest dogger extraordinaire -- reporting in on my trip with Auntie Nettie's parental units to New England.

These people have dog napped me and taken me allll kinds of weird places. I think they are barking mad folks.

Connecticut

For the Fourth of July, they took me to this thing called the "Boom Box Parade." This CT town started this parade about 20 years ago and it's evolved into an annual thing. Because there was no marching band at the local high school (and still isn't), the parade uses boom boxes (whatever THOSE are ... I'm too young to know) tuned to a local radio station playing Sousa marches. All kinds of people and things march in this parade.

Hello from Quaint New England Main Street.

Here's the mascot from the local AAA team.

Drew calls this the "big chicken."

Wow. That's an OLD CAR!

This "fish" has been in the parade for as long as there has been a parade. Every year, it's a protest fish. This year, it's about a local dump issue.

This town is known for its fascination with froggies.

Cape Cod

I was then transported to an undisclosed location on the Cape. It's a bucolic place, though you can't tell from these shots. (I have a no bare-dog-at-the-beach clause in my contract.)

Here I am lazing around.

Here I am Ruffing it on the roof.

The parental units are selling the hideaway, and put me to work doing some renovation and some cleaning. (I didn't realize it was a working vacation!)

For sale. For info ... Sorry. I don't have any.

Beaches? What beaches? I didn't go to any Cape Cod beaches.

I went TREKKING ... handcart trekking.

Pt. 2

coming soon.