Cranky

I am in a bad mood. After the shock of last nite, everything I touched today went wrong. I even got my car stuck in the yard in the mud. And with this much mud, it makes everything harder to do at the farm....those dumb horses will stand in the mud up to their fetlocks even when there is more than enough dry space---that makes me crazy. I played with the new tractor, and delivered some hay with it--that went well, but Twister made a break for it and made me chase him to get him caught again. I was tromping thru the mud while he laughed at me- I wanted to lay down in the mud and cry.

So to distract myself, I have been working on the pics from the Mardi Gras Dog parade yesterday in Soulard. They made me feel better.

Slater's real Mardi Gras costume had some malfunctions, so he chose some new accessories when we got there. Barry calls this his White Trash goes to town outfit.



Funny how when you put a stupid hat on Slater, all of a sudden he looks like a thug. The rest of the time he just looks silly.


Isn' t he handsome?
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This is a friend he made, a 15 week old chihuahua, named Chico. Slater weighed more than him when he was born.






This is my favorite dog, I met him last year. He is a three year old Neopolitan Mastiff. I love all those wrinkes.






I realize this is not a dog--for some reason, there was a buffalo in the parade. He was really young, but prefectly well behaved.


This is Charlemagne, a 4 year old blue Dane. He was absolutely stunning, and huge--he weighed 210 pounds, which is too damn big, but he did not have any fat on him. He was probably the best looking Dane I have ever seen. Slater did not like him at all, which kind of put a damper on our visit and was a little embarrassing

All these dogs are so fun to see all dressed up. It is too bad that it was not today, as I could use a pick-me-up to get out of my funk now.