Oh, well. We're home. The dogs are OLD. They literally laid down about 4 blocks from our destination and wouldn't move. I had to call my sister to come pick us up. Sigh... So no art fair for me today. SO CLOSE!
BTW, while I was sitting at Panera (I dragged them one more block, through the sprinklers to cool them off, and then to get something to eat and drink), I must have had 15 - 20 people approach me. I mean, I am used to people coming up to me and talking to me when I have the dogs. It's just part of the territory. But I'm eating. If there's a gathering around me, just MOVE ALONG. You know...
But, incidentally, I was still nice and friendly to everyone. I know it's just part of the deal of having greyhounds, but criminy. 5 minutes, People...that's all I'm asking.