He Who 'Draws' the Short Straw (and whose feet smell like Fritos)...

...still gets his turn to attend a Minor League baseball game!

(There is a reason why I don't write idioms/proverbs for a living.)

(Cryptic) Title Translation: Because I was busy sulking about my good camera being in the shop and having to use my crappy back-up one, I forgot to post photos from Dewi's (August) trip to Bark in the Park. Three of You might remember from last spring:

I could only take one dog to my local Minor League team's "Bark in the Park" night, but because I'm neurotic (and found it impossible to make a "fair" choice between the dogs), I had the dogs "draw" straws for it. Jon Farleigh picked (sniffed) the longer straw, so he got to go (in May). Dewi, on the other hand, would have to wait and go to the second Bark in the Park night (in August).

Here is Dewi "drawing" the short straw. (Yes, I am aware this entire incident casts doubt upon my sanity, but it's my blog, so just deal, okay? ;)

And here are the photos of Dewi at Bark in the Park (late August).

(Warning: The quality is crappy. Stupid crappy camera.)

Forget butt-sniffing. Dewi pretty much smooched every dog within the reach of his 5-ft. leash.

This girl (above) was a sweet lab mix.

Then there was a tri-color Sheltie.

And then the sable Sheltie.

Here's a better look at that Sheltie.

No wonder he kissed her. :)

Next, the Cairn Terrier.

And the adorable Pittie puppy.

Wait. It's coming...

Trust me. I didn't get it on camera, but there was snout contact.

Then, lastly (but not infrequently), the Rottie/Corgi cross. I do not jest; her legs were short and her people said she was part Corgi. :) 

Dewi is just waiting for her nose to meet his. He might have shoved his nose in her ear, too. 

In hindsight, perhaps we should have named him Richard Dawson. ;)

Until next baseball season!