Doo Dah, Doo Dah

This weekend, I put Emily in the car and headed down the shore. The target? Ocean City's Doo Dah Parade, which celebrates the end of tax season with a basset hound parade.

It was even sillier than I expected. I put Emily in a doggie backpack and thought I'd get a lot of strange looks. Not nearly -- how could that compete with bassett hounds in costumes?

The easiest way to show the silliness is with pictures, so here you go:





















Here's a picture of me trying to talk to Captain Noah, which I show only because you can see Emily in the dog bag. If you've ever had a Jack Russell Terrier, you know that they're not always friendly with other dogs. She was great when in that bag. At other times? Not so much.



As soon as we got down to the Billmae Cottage in Cape May, Emily found the comfiest spot and conked out. It's not often I can wear that dog out, and this was one of those times. She was even sleepy for half of Sunday.



I'm happy to report that I spotted my book in more than a few places -- every bookstore I checked out, including Atlantic Books, which is the closest you'll get to a chain bookstore down the shore:



It was a fun weekend, but I'm exhausted. I'm off to write an article about travel writing. Hey, at least I stick with what I know.