My parents' dog Rain is getting fixed at the end of the month. Don't tell her that though... She remains blissfully unaware.
Except this collar my mom bought for the week after surgery might make Rain think something is up.
Apparently there have been substantial strides in dog post-surgery accessories. This life preserver/donut thing replaces the cone that dogs used to wear that made them look like lampshades. Those were hilarious.
On Sunday, Joe and I went to the Greek Festival at Saint Sophia Orthodox Church in D.C. Gyros were the main draw, but they were surprisingly lackluster, considering the lines. I guess it's a captive audience for gyros.
As soon as we got our food and sat down to eat, it started to drizzle. We walked over to a shady spot down the street and sat on a bench, and I noticed all these wires sticking out at the base of the bench.
Turns out there was a notebook attached to record your time sitting in the park. I turned back to last spring and a Thai tourist couple complained about how expensive the gyros at the Greek Festival were. A nice little time capsule. I'm such a sucker for guests books, it's fun to see who else has walked in your shoes over the years.
Not everyone liked the journal though. There's always a critic.
