The Plaid Pladd

The day I knew that I would love living in Carrboro was the day I saw Weiner Dog Day listed on Weaver Street Market‘s events page. This was back in July, and I have been counting down the days till October 18th, envisioning a carpet of disproportionately long puppies frolicking in front of the co-op.

Unfortunately, it was pretty cold, so a lot of people were holding their dogs or stuffing them into their sweatshirts. This made it infinitely harder to steal one.

I would only cutenap ones that were also wearing adorable sweaters. Oh wait, that's all of them.

The first competition involved walking your dog around in a circle to music, and then getting them to sit when the music stopped. Like musical chairs, but with dogs.

This was the eventual victor, clearly with a fashionvantage.

Then the limbo! Miniature doxin limbo was maybe what I’ve been waiting for all my life. Sorry, Steven.

When the bar got too low, a lot of them would try to industriously dig a hole. The kids I used to play limbo with at the library would never have thought of that.

Like so:

"Dude, I could totally get through...

… if you hadn’t dressed me in a utilikilt this morning”

The last competition I stayed for before I perished of cold was the “bobbing for weiners” competition, where two dogs went head to head in an attempt to eat a slice of hot dog out of a small tray of water.

They were surprisingly reticent to go for the hot dogs. I could totally have won this one.

There was also a costume contest, which is why you may see one in the background that looks like a lobster.

Unfortunately, there was no cuteness contest.