Run, Little Weiner, Run!

In keeping with Penis Week here at Fragrant Liar, let's talk about something equally racy . . . Weiner Fest!

Okay, not that kind of weiner. The Daschund kind. Scared ya, didn't I?

Last weekend, my little town was filled with dogs, mostly the short stubby kind. Over 600 weinerdogs were entered into the Weinerdog races at our County Fair. Miss America and I made a day of it, and I'm not sure there could have been a better date for me. We always have fun. Something about maturity levels, I think.


All kinds of dogs trotted around on leashes, some in trendy duds and at least one dyed pink. PINK! Poor baby. He was not saying much, and I'm sure it's because he figured if he didn't speak, everyone would think he was a she anyway. Unfortunately, the emcee broadcast it over the PA system. Nothing is sacred in a small town.

Then there was the food. Can't go to a county fair without going for the funnel cake. This one was gone in about ten seconds, into the mouth of a single person. Oh, that one person was so nauseous after that. She almost threw up. But then she watched a really cute guy down on the weinee track, and she felt much better.

Miss America and I wandered through the fairgrounds until we came upon this massive blue thing, a blow-up slide. This is what it looked like from this side. That's a long climb!



And this is what it looked like from the top, just before we zoomed down.





There's Miss America, zooming down by herself after insisting I go down with her half a dozen times first. After she rolled into the smooth stop at the bottom, in her five-year-old vernacular, she said, "That was freakin' cool!"

Huh?


Oh, and here's a cute guy who had my full attention. My girlfriends, you can't tell in this picture, but he was luscious. Too bad, so sad, I think he's apparently already taken. She is probably the one who made him wear that psychedelic team t-shirt. But his butt looked great in those jeans.

Last but not least, the piece de resistance, Weinerdog video! Here's a sampling of the gazillions of weinee races. These little guys are competitive!

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