When I was growing up we often visited my grandparents in the summer in the beautiful foothills of the Rockies. Golden, Colorado – the home of Coors, of Colorado School of Mines, and of Buffalo Bill’s grave.
If you are asking yourself who Buffalo Bill is, I can only say: get thee to Wikipedia!
Many summers, we were there for Buffalo Bill Days, the only part of which was relevant to us (as children) being the parade. I remember skittering around the streets for candy – watching politicians shake my grandparents’ hands – admiring the many beautiful horses that went by – being scandalized by the “Shady Ladies” – and enjoying a slice of pizza afterwards across the street. Buffalo Bills Days were part of the summer experience in Golden.
I was not surprised when, on one of my first visits to Lanesboro (in Minnesota), I learned that they too had a claim on Buffalo Bill. It turns out that he did his very first Wild West show there with 6 Indians including 2 Indian maidens, two white men, and a Mr. Man. I was not surprised, because Lanesboro felt a lot like Golden did to me when I was growing up: magical.
When I heard about Buffalo Bill Days, I knew we had to go. At least to the parade. I do so love parades. Moreover, several of my coworkers and classmates are somehow affiliated with Lanesboro and I went to support their fair town.
I enjoyed parades when I was a kid. For some reason, we thought our dogs are like kids and would enjoy a parade. Ha!
Duke loved it. Duke loves everything. Earl, on the other hand –
Earl does not like fake gun shots by men in Wild West garb. Earl does not like sirens from ambulances or firetrucks. Earl does not particularly like bag pipes. Earl is alarmed by large horses. Earl does not like having candy thrown at him. Earl does not much care about beauty queens or politicians, and he doesn’t like popsicles.
Nope, Earl does not like parades.
In his anxiety, Earl crushed somebody’s flower bed; later, he and Duke downed a kind stranger’s entire bottle of water between them.
Here’s a shot of us in a nice green space we found off to the side.
After the parade ended, we wandered on down to the Beer & Brat tent where there was a volleyball tournament going on. Man, it looked hot out there! We had a beer and a brat – and Earl had a little too. He also may have had some pond water. He was calmed down by this point and so cute that little kids couldn’t resist trying to get him to give them pony rides…
What a sweet, patient puppy!
Of course I couldn’t leave without a souvenir for my box collection from one of the antique tents:
A box shaped like a piano! I couldn’t pass it up!
We came home and gave the dogs dinner… and Earl threw up. He threw up a couple more times overnight and was staggering around like a poor drunk puppy. My understanding boss let me come in late so I took him to the vet where he got a shot, some antibiotics, and a soft diet. Over the last few days he has made a remarkable recovery and is now 100%. I don’t know if it was too much excitement, too much water, too much algae, or what, but I’m glad my “fur-baby” is better!
Did I just use that phrase?!!
All in all, Buffalo Bill Days rock, wherever you have them… especially the parades! But I think Duke and Earl will be skipping it next year.