A couple of weekends ago, we attended the annual Fredericksburg Christmas Parade. The weather was unseasonably warm, and about 10,000 people showed up. We lined up early to save our spot near the front.
Parker: Why am I the only non-greyhound here?
I like your hat. I like your antlers. Thanks.
As it got darker, time to turn on the lights.
Daddy, are my antlers on straight?
A greyhound 3-way. Poor Sly had to support both Jaime and Stanley.
Even that wasn’t enough, and Stanley finally called it quits.