The long weekend is over (in both North American countries) and you’re likely done hearing about Canada Day fun and Fourth of July festivities … along with plenty of advice about how to keep your pets safe during fireworks.
Well, I have none of the latter and a recap of the former because I took my 11-year-old schnoodle Victor to July 1st afternoon festivities and he did ok.
As usual, he made out better at the concessions…
Every July 1, Canada Day in the small town of Caledonia, Ontario, which happens to be where Victor and I live, is a big deal: parade, outdoor concerts, afternoon festival, special t-shirts and evening fireworks I can see from my house. This year rain almost threatened to shut down the parade, but it went on as planned. Afterward Kinsmen Park along the Grand River filled up with family fun, bouncy castles, food trucks, and craft vendors.
Even horses from nearby Big Creek Riding Stables (see review on horsetrotting.net) took the willing on slow moving circle rides, beside a gaggle of petting zoo farm animals including a donkey, miniature horses, a pot-bellied pig, and rabbits that interested Victor way too much.
This riverside park with public pool and splash pad is on our usually walking route, so Victor was a bit overwhelmed today pulling me through the crowd (I know, I know) on our festival going Kurgo Quantum (Amazon) walking leash that attaches around my waist. He developed a serious bro-crush on a Jack Russell cross and actually growled at a calm lab training as a service dog sitting near a clown.
Yes, a clown. Apparently, Victor is not fond of clowns.
Under the craft tents, dog products almost dominated as the sideline business of choice (gets me thinking). Canine Karma from Burlington, Ontario offered a selection of uber-cute dog collars (Russian dolls were irresistible).
Pretty Fancy Soaps from Jarvis, Ontario added a Doggie Spa Bar to its line of people products, which we had to go home with.
Victor got a peanut butter dog bone treat from Connie’s Canine Cookies from Haggersville, Ontario which he ‘buried’ somewhere in my walk-in closet when we got home and I’ll likely find at an inopportune moment.
The evening fireworks I watched from my upstairs window while Victor hid under the bed – something he didn’t do when my cat Kaitlynn was here. She was unmoved by fireworks. Maybe she kept him brave.
Fortunately, the fireworks didn’t last long and maybe, just maybe, Victor retrieved his closet cookie before I find it.