That's right, Mom and Dad took me to Bear Mountain's annual Oktoberfest!
The place is great, mainly because they allow dogs.
And there's always a ton of floor candy for me to munch on (leaves, twigs, pretzels, etc...)
Uncle Chris and Aunt Rebecca (the British one, not the artsy one) also stopped by to enjoy a pint or two.
Uncle Chris also took me for a walk. That was way fun.
I met a couple of other dogs at the Bear Mountain Oktoberfest. I met a Boxer. He was cool. We played together on the beer line.
I think I should look into getting an agent.
Everyone laughed when I pulled Dad off the bench. I was tied to his waist, and when I saw a squirrel, I tried to bolt.
Everyone laughed really hard. Except for Dad. In between laughs, Mom kept saying something about a concussion.