Fremont Harvest Festival Parade

So, on my last day working at the shelter, Fremont’s Harvest Parade was happening. Bellwether was scheduled to be in it this year, so I thought, sure, why not help out and be in a parade?

So we had a float. I was actually just a small trailer covered with streamers that had two benches in it. One of our cars pulled it.

We had lots of our dogs with us. We had Lily, our Peke-a-Pom, Jam and Indy, our pit bulls, Jessie, a corgi-mix, and Thorn, our Doberman Pinscher. I held Jessie’s leash while we waited for an hour for the parade to start. A young girl came over to us and loved on Jessie for a while.

Also with us were two Bellwether volunteers with their dogs, Ruby and Rex, both Dobermans.

At first, I was supposed to walk Lily, but Carmen asked me to help hold the sign instead, so that’s what I did.

We were number 23 in over 100 different parade attractions. It was fun to walk in front of everybody and hold the sign with Carmen. The only bad part was that we were walking into the sun, and it was very bright that day. I was afraid that I was going to miss my family, but I saw them near the end of the parade route.

Carmen took a picture of all of us with the dogs and float when we had walked the entire parade route. Then they left, but I circled back to the sidewalk across from my family and watched the last half of the parade.

The requisite Queen

The requisite Queen

Miranda marches in the Fremont Harvest Parade

Miranda marches in the Fremont Harvest Parade

They left the middle out of this John Deere

They left the middle out of this John Deere

The Jimmy Durante of tractors

The Jimmy Durante of tractors

Another antique tractor

Another antique tractor

A self-propelled haybailer

A self-propelled haybailer

Can you hit the brakes and do a somersault?

Can you hit the brakes and do a somersault?

Are you ready for some football?

Are you ready for some football?

Eleanor - still bringing harvest to market.

Eleanor - still bringing harvest to market.

I liked the lines on this old Oliver.

I liked the lines on this old Oliver.

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