The Balloon Festival

I've been to a hot air balloon festival today, and I've not had so much fun
in a long while. Many of  the local dogs were there, Max and Min, the
boxers together with Gobble and Scoff the labradors.

There was a band playing, and to be honest the beer was flowing- and I
wouldn't be surprised if the humans had been at the hash browns that don't
contain potato if you know what i mean. Its not often our humans abandon us as a
pack, but i am so glad when they do.

Things started to get fruity when the humans fell over the fake dinosaur on
display. For some reason it was called 'George Bush', but what it was was a huge
model of a T-rex. I couldn't resist stealing his femur, and hiding it in the
alley behind the showground.

The Humans were getting more and more out of it: Balloons were being
abandoned and left completely unsupervised. Max and Min got into a dangling
gondola only to find several smoked salmon and a luxury cooked ham under the
seat. They hurled the cuts over the side of the basket- but sadly the rope
securing them to planet earth came loose and soon the balloon was heading for
the sky- Gobble and Scoff couldn't resist being labradors, and tried to effect a
rescue. No good; they landed in the basket and began a terrifying journey
upwards and out of doggy understanding- so rescuing my friends was totally up to
me.

The labradors were getting scared, and were hurling the contents of the
balloons picknik basket at me with all their might- I don't know how, but they'd
managed to find two parachutes, and were trying to gain enough height to use
them. The balloon was on a long rope so I hoped and preyed that there would be
enough left to haul Max and Min down to Earth as Gobble and Scoff floated down.

All of a sudden The Labs make a leap for freedom-- but they get tangled in
the rigging- it takes an almighty yank from myself on the balloons rope to get
them free and see them start to float gently to Earth. Dramatically things take
a turn for the worst; Max and Min have found half a pig behind the seat, tried
to throw it out, only to watch it stick on the side rail of the basket.

"Throw it Max" i yell- and with a gigantic effort max heaves said offending
carcass towards the ground. Crisis over i slowly winch the errant twins back to
ground level.

Oh yesh-- a good night out.

I pulled down the boxers, but only after taking a pounding of meat.

Gobble and Scoff got pulled off, but ended up stinking of fish, and I took
George Bush's biggest bone up the back passage- who needs hash browns?

Cheers,

Razzle- the next paws of HMV

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