Bark in the Park

As it turns out, Oakland was the first location for Bark in the Park.

Said event, you are not familiar with the concept,  just think of it as “Dog’s Day Out at the BallPark” complete with doggy games, costumes and prizes. Obviously it was tonight along with the Cleveland Indians being in town. (BTW – I have to admire them – along with the Chicago Blackhawks – they are keeping tradition, tacky as it is, over the current trend toward extreme political correctness).

The parade of dogs [and owners]

This was the first As game I have attended since 29 May or so given that first we were in Madagascar followed by the As leaving town for a long road trip the day we returned. George had the tackiness to remark that they seem to do better on the road where I wasn’t in attendance…

Anyway – the cameras and bid boards gave all the dog folks a lot of play between innings. It wasn’t a high scoring and there were insane moments on both sides (like the As having the bases loaded followed by Pinder’s strike out). The drum and flag group in RF 149 had a pretty good turn out.

I have included the summary pulled from YouTube if you want the 2 minute version…

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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