Bad, Bad Dogs

Oh, Dogs, you should be ashamed of yourself. You should hang your heads, droop your ears and fly your tails at half-mast. Really, how could you be this rotten? The human went uptown again today, and once more there were a ton of dogs, trotting around that horrible farmer's market, not doing a thing to prevent vegetable purchases. I wouldn't be surprised if some of the canines weren't even encouraging them by offering to help rabbits with their purchases, and toting baskets to vehicles. And dogs, as if that horrible behavior wasn't enough, there was a genealogy fest up there today, and did you raise a paw to prevent this horrible event? Oh, NO! You trotted around it, not causing a bit of trouble. I'm sure some of you even poked your noses into booths, looking for information on your family tree. You ought to be ashamed. The human has already added a new limb to that tree, and probably sold who knows how many books, thanks to that thing. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, you organized some sort of historical costume contest for visitors of the four legged variety! Only the fact that the bunnies couldn't find an appropriate outfit, due to Betsy refusing to share her bear sized weapons kept me from being forced to take part! You should be ashamed of yourselves!