dog days-WOOFstock...

this weekend, toronto held something called woofstock, which is north america's largest festival for dogs. it was the 8th year, and apparently over 300,000 people go. there are contests, pageants, talent shows, tonnes of booths, and lots of free stuff. so me and my girl friend took our 2 dogs and had a blast! honestly, i've never seen so many dogs. we were in heaven; turning to each other every .05 seconds saying "omg look at that dog!" "look over there, i want that dog" "look what that one's wearing!" and so on. it.was.fantastic. perma-grins on our faces the whole time. oh, and our dogs had fun too ;) because that's what was important haha we felt like bandits stuffing treat bag after treat bag after food bag after food bag into our purses until we could fit no more!

i took my nikon, but it was tough. i had it around my neck and was taking pictures on auto with my right hand while holding chloe's leash who is pulling in my left hand. so they are not the greatest. but here's a few..or maybe a lot.. because who doesn't love dogs??!

 pack of puli dogs

 giant in the back

 there's my girl

 cousins chloe and olive

 snazzy runners

 notice the dog carrying his own treats on the left corner

 both buggers wouldn't look at the same time

 flatiron building

 he doesn't look comfortable. although his doggles are quite stylish

 *no comment* lol

 i want! neopolitan mastiff. this pic makes him or her look small!

 smiling with her free stuff. all of which was stuffed in my purse

see ya next year woofstock!! you were a blast .

and we named her ginger...

on our last day on the beach, dylan went to go try to start a bbq for some lunch. then all of a sudden i see this friendly looking dog trotting towards us 3 girls. then dylan comes back and he's like "look what i found" and we're all like, "umm WTF!?" but i totally fell in love immediately. i randomly started calling her Ginger, because that's what she reminded me of and it looked like it could be her name. she knew all dog commands and oddly enough she came when we called her Ginger, and not to any other name. maybe i was right? pretty sure she was a goldendoodle. she obviously belonged to someone because she was groomed, knew tricks, good teeth, fed well and so on..

meet "Ginger"-our dog for an hour!

 asking her some questions, "who are you?" "what's your name?" "wanna be my friend?" "can i take you home?"

 besties immediately

just chillin' with us..

i seriously miss this dog so much!! haha i now want a goldendoodle and i have such high expectations-to be all friendly, calm, smart, and PERFECT! lol her and chloe would have been great friends. after a while, she kind of wandered off to the one cottage on the beach; it must have been their dog.  
see ya next year Ginge!