So she went, last Monday. She picked this day partly because she could watch the stock dog trials. It's about time that dogs went on trial! All that tailwagging and panting. Harumph! I hope justice was served!
Otherwise, she seemed to spend her time in some strange ways...lots of it centered around food she might eat,
food she wasn't allowed to eat,
and food she actually did eat (in this case, tater tots with onions, cheese and bacon, on a stick of course!
And she really walked around the fair like this (but she wasn't the only one):
only because she couldn't find out where people were getting the pickle hats.
She has a couple of extras, so if you're dying to have your own Minnesota State Capital hat, or a pair of "fireworks sunglasses," give her a yell, as the sailor says.
And if you think I'm miffed that I didn't get to go, then you don't know your Fatty Kitty. Crowds and heat are not my thing. However, that walleye on a stick....