The Dog Days of Summer

We didn’t take the dogs to Woofstock, Toronto’s annual dog festival, this year, which sort of defeats the point, yes, but it was way too hot. Hours of walking on hot asphalt is not so great for fluffy black and brown pooches. And in fact, we noticed a significant decrease in the number of dogs, especially larger ones, at the event. Waiting for the streetcar home we encountered a boxer that so hot he was foaming at the mouth. Not good. However, lots of effort was made by organizers and vendors to ensure there was water to be had, plus a cool down station that consisted of a fountain and a bunch of wading pools. Most everyone seemed to be having fun, despite the weather.

One of the first dogs we met was Ruby, who was there representing the Daschund rescue.

Doggie ice cream treats were everywhere, and we caught this handsome fellow having a snack.

Other dogs just soaked up the party atmosphere.

Over at the cooling station, the pugs were keeping cool.

Hose = mortal enemy.

Every pool party has to have a show-off.

“My Mom made me wear these!”

I overexposed this shot somehow, but I loved it so much I had to add it. Because this bully absolutely refused to leave this bowl of water.

Hope you had fun at Woofstock! See you next year!