As many of you know, no matter how many times my life's plan has twisted and turned and changed routes and gone on long scenic detours down Deliverance-like dirt roads in the past few years, one thing has remained constant: my dream of owning a miniature Dachshund named Otis Redding. On Sunday I hit up the annual Germantown Festival, which has a whole lot of stuff going on for a full weekend, like craft booths and demonstrations and food and music. But all of that is secondary to what I specifically went to see on Sunday: the running of the weiner dogs.
Every year since 1995 the G-town fest has held a weiner dog race for charity, allowing the phrase "Weiners in Heat" to be bellowed over a loud speaker in front of crowds of people dozens of times and still somehow be totally socially appropriate. As I watched those little dogs run -- well, some of them, while others wandered around unawares -- all I could think about was little Otis Redding, who hopefully by next year will be a real life dog and will run in the weiner race and will probably, because he will be such a smart dog, be just as amused by the announcer calling him a weiner in heat as I will be.
cheers,
elizabeth
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