"Goose Fair
time again, and I can't wait" says Guide Dog Gibson as he prepares
for this year.
Last year my owner
and I found ourselves walking by the Recreation Ground.
The fair was in
full cry. Being a Lincoln dog I decided to make like a goose of
old and go exploring.
The crowd was
incredible. All the smells and sights that tempted me in were overpowering.
Ty, my owner was making VERY sure I did not let my natural instinct
for food lead me into any trouble.
| "Friends
were meeting in the tide and becoming little islands of laughter." |
| Guide
Dog Gibson |
We drifted along
past stall after stall. A sudden smell of mint had Ty telling me
to head for a stall selling fudge. This is a serious weakness of
his so I had time to look around at the hundreds of people passing
by.
All seemed happy,
chewing on toffee apples, hot dogs or candy floss. Balloons were
being lost and found, friends were meeting in the tide and becoming
little islands of laughter.
Suddenly we were
on our way again. We reached the noise and bustle of the rides.
Ty joined a large group of people we had met when they had stopped
to decide what to do.
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| Gibson |
They were such
a big group they had blocked the path. Even my wet nose probing
into the middle of them could not get them to make a decision.
I was passed
into the occasional care of a very nice young lady whilst my owner
became a grinning madman in a dodgem and a very excited one after
trying the bungee.
Soon though it
was time to leave all the chaos behind and head for another passion.
Very soon I was lapping up a bowl of water whilst my owner enjoyed
a pint for two.
Where did we go?
Lincolnshire Poacher of course. I have said already I am a Lincolnshire
dog.
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