Walking the Dog

I am taking time out of my contest with Kim in order to write something that doesn't seem like a desperate plea to get people to like me. I mean, yes, I am still desperate, but I have cute dog pictures to post. That trumps my insecurity.

Yesterday was the annual "Strut Your Mutt" fundraiser here in Salt Lake, which is why, if you went anywhere near Sugarhouse Park, you got poop on your shoes. The event is pretty much just a very big walk, and then a fair where every manner of pet product is pimped out. For instance, did you know there is such a thing as dog ice cream? It's true. And we wonder why foreigners hate America.

Many of the teams, or "dog packs," chose to dress up their animals, since, as with all good charity events, there was a costume contest, and a owner/dog look alike contest, complete with prizes. As if the dog ice cream didn't make us look bad enough. I chose not to dress up Sally, since I only like to humiliate her around the holidays. So, as we walked around the park both Sally and I got some good laughs...

Pink bandana. This dog got off easy.

These dogs did not.

These dogs are probably in a mah jong league.

These people decided to spare their dog, and humiliate their baby.

This guy decided to take the hit for his dogs.

Yes, this dog is painted. I am not showing her face to save some of her dignity.

The best team t-shirts.

The reason dogs will eventually rise up and kill us all.

I am so glad I was wearing closed toe shoes. Next year? Well, I have already promised Sally we will practice checkbook charity and just make a donation...