Time Travel to the Renaissance

I am, of course a DOG.  An Old English Sheepdog to be precise.  I was rescued and moved to my furever home two years ago and my life is very good (except for the dieting/exercise part). 

My humom is very strange.  She did something called "retire" and now she is with me all day almost every day.  She has always liked doing peculiar things, like participating in adventures where she gets to be somebody else.  Something called "Renaissance Faire" really tickles her fancy.

She was thrilled to be chosen to work with folks from the Connecticut Renaissance Faire and she is something called a "Royal Ambassador".

So being a DOG, I say "What's in it for ME?"  My mom says she is going to teach my sister Sassy (the little demon cur) and me all about the CT Renaissance Faire and we might even get to pawticipate!  I just know there are turkey legs involved and I am on it.

Sassy was taken to the Robin Hood Festival on pet day last Spring, and she told me how much fun it was.  Now I am really jealous.  I am a well behaved gentleman and she is a puppy brat, so how come she gets to go?

Well, I will keep you up to date as I learn new things about the  Connecticut Renaissance Faire coming up this Fall in Sept. and Oct.

Your friend,