Every year on the weekend after Thanksgiving, our home town of Bridgton has its annual holiday parade, the Festival of Lights.  I have been juggling in this parade for at least the last 10 years, and they keep asking me back.  I keep saying "Yes", and, once again, I juggled in the parade last Saturday.

This year's parade had 22 entries.  I was number 6 in the line up, and I walked and juggled alone.  Rose, our 12 year old, is always with her dance class, and she was again this year.  Sue watched the parade with Xavier, a two year old who we babysit every week.

This year was unique in that the 7th entry in the parade was a couple of teens on a go cart pulled by a sled dog.  A very loud sled dog.  Five minutes before step off, the dog, Dakota by name, got loose and ran out into main street.  The teenagers got her back just in time and re-harnessed her to the go cart.  But the adventure had just begun.

Besides pulling sleds, apparently Dakota is fond of chasing balls.  Did I mention I was juggling in the parade.  She barked and pulled striving to catch my juggling props throughout the entire parade.  At one point, the go cart was pulled so hard they had to steer it alongside and slightly past me.  The kids regained control and fell in behind me again.

It seems, though, that many spectators thought we were together in the parade, and found the whole thing rather entertaining, and I guess it kind of was.