Well, Phooey On Roanoke Days!

Bunny here, with a short post about Roanoke Days.

I was all excited when Mom got home.  All day I'd been listening to the sounds of the festival getting ready in front of our house.  I knew we were going for our walk and I'd get to see all the excitement.  It's been a bit hot, so Mom said we'd wait until Dad got home and then walk through when the weather started to cool off a little.

After dinner, Mom grabbed my harness and we headed out.  As soon as we started to walk, people started to want to pet me and  talk to me.  It was glorious.  I was thinking how great this festival is right outside my front door.

Then, as we walked along, a police officer came up and said dogs weren't allowed.  What?  Dogs have been there every year, and it's my house!  Mom said it's ridiculous and she's going to find somebody to discuss it with.  Hmph!  If I could have, I'd have pooped right there on the street and left it.  I mean, we have to put up with their stupid stage lights glaring through our windows all night from Wednesday until Sunday, people block our house so we can barely get in and out, we can't drive on our street to get anywhere, people traipse through our yard like it's public property and drop thier trash all over.  They'll want to sit in front of our house to watch the parade, too.  If they think I'm staying in my house on parade day, they've got another thing coming.  Not too many things make me mad, but this is one of them.  Who needs their stupid festival anyway?!