An agricultural fair is just about the most exciting place ever for me. I mean, how can you not love it? Cows, goats, chickens, bunnies, sheep, the smell of manure, the sight of men walking around eating turkey legs! OK, those last two I could do without. It’s funny, I’m certainly no vegetarian (and as if I need further proof that I’m a big, fat hypocrit, our cow goes to the slaughter house tomorrow…) but it really grosses me out watching people chowing down on those greasy turkey legs. I like my food to look a bit less like the animal I was just feeding grain to, thank you very much! In my defense, I’ve never met our cow much less fed it grain…which would have gotten me in trouble anyway because this cow is grass fed not grain fed so … wait, where was I?
Right, the fair. We had a lot of fun. We saw some farm animals, ate some fried dough, bought Monkey a ridiculously overpriced toy (which he loves, so maybe it wasn’t that overpriced.) The only part of the fair we skipped was the midway. It’s way to overstimulating for Monkey but I don’t much like the midway either. I like to be nice and those people really, really want my money…I feel almost compelled to just walk through and hand out money to everyone. No need to play the games, I’ll just skip to the part where my wallet is empty. We did walk on the very edge of the midway though, it’s hard to avoid, and one of the carnies almost made a huge mistake. He wanted to hand Monkey darts to play one of the games. The problem is Monkey would have just tried to play “catch”…hopefully with the operator but most likely me or Duhdee. He has a good arm, he has hit me with balls before and it stung…trying not to imagine dodging darts. Eep.
I’ll post some pictures tonight. I would do it now but I forgot to download the pictures yesterday because Duhdee and I were too busy rearranging the bedrooms. That was just a ton of fun, let me tell you. I was worried that it might freak Monkey out, he’s not a big fan of change, but he was fine. Barley, our Aussie mix, was not fine. He was so freaked out that everytime I bent over or sat on the floor he was trying to crawl inside my skin…I’m not entirely sure that even that would have been close enough. Poor, crazy mutt. I guess we should have given him his anxiety medication before we started! Next time. Another 6 years seems soon enough for me!