Hot, buttery popovers at the Renaissance Festival seemed like a great idea for breakfast this morning. Dogs are allowed on the grounds, we've seen them there for years, so we figured today we'd include a stroll around the fairgrounds for Birdie, good training for a dog who needs to relax and be calm around new people. We grabbed a leash and a baggie and drove over. Then we met the Royal bureaucrats at the Pets gate. Your dog needs to be registered, show proof of vaccinations, have a photo ID made and pay the king $15. By then, between the regulations and the fake duck, Birdie had had quite enough, so we're home again, eating carmel rolls instead.
