Park Street Festival
Let me start off this report by saying that I am a very enthusiastic 90-pound talkative greeter when I get around people. As such, my HC (human companion) does not take me to any gatherings, because I tend to freak people out with my carrying on.
So, you can imagine my surprise when the Saturday morning walk was to Park Street to check out the festival as it was being set up. There was so much going on I knew that this had to be the subject of this week’s report even if it was a week after the event.
As I strolled down the street, there were a lot of things for humans that didn’t much interest me, except maybe the person selling the miniature trees, the flowers made of glass, and of course anything that had the word Alameda on it. Unfortunately, nothing designed for my body type or size.
I stopped by the vendor that was selling leashes made out of used climbing ropes. They were really nice, and I was tempted. I thought about buying one since I have my own money from selling my poop to Animal Biome, but $30 buys a lot of treats, so I passed.
There was one person standing in a booth playing some type of pipe which seemed to attract a lot of people. Fortunately, no rodents were around.
Before you get the impression that I thought this event was just so-so, there were plenty of things that caught my attention. The sausages on the griddle and the teriyaki chicken skewers smelled delicious. The nice man in the booth gave me a taste of the chicken. Yum!
I also got a chance to sample some jerky. I didn’t really notice the flavors. To me, it was all just great meat. HC bought the Whiskey BBQ and used it for treats on my walks this past week. Each bite brought back such great memories of my outing.
The portable donut-making machine was worth checking out. My HC said it reminded him of a guy named Homer Price. When I asked him who Homer Price was, he said I was too young to understand. More likely, it was that if he told me, I would know just how old he really is.
I did manage to run into what I thought was a dog at the fair, but I did not recognize it as a fellow canine. To this day, I have no words to describe what I saw.
There were a number of dogs in backpacks and a pair of pooches being pulled around in a wagon. What a great idea! I asked HC if he would pull me around the neighborhood on our walks. He gave me that look and said, “When you’re older.”
As we start August, I want to remind everyone that there are only 88 days till Halloween.
Mouf, Roving Reporter
Bear’s-Eye View of Alameda
Mouf and his human companion can be reached via [email protected]. Their stories are collected at AlamedaPost.com/Jeff-Cambra/. All photos and videos by Jeff Cambra.
