Jacksonville was very dog friend, unlike Dayotna Beach. This is Eddie at Carabbas. He had spaghetti & meat sauce, really.
My job was to run the silent auction and sell sodas. Attendees all donated something and then everyone bought tickets and put them in the bags of the items they wanted to win.
We also had some items to sell outright. Can't believe we sold sweaters in Florida on the hottest day of the year so far but we did!
I baby-sit for this little cutie when his mama went to dinner one night. She left her dogs in the room abd two of them were naughty so the hotel employee went up and got them and was walking them when I recognized them as my friend's dogs and volunteered to take them until she returned. She didn't get my voicemail or her message from the front desk so she freaked when she got to her room and two dogs were missing.
All time outs at the reunion were voluntary time outs. Everyone was good and these turned out to be super comfy places to crash after racing or entering other contests and fames.
The Don Juan of dogs. His name is Shrimp and he's the other naughty boy that I babysit the night the front desk took my friend's dogs due to barking complaints. He was the life of the party.
My Eddie at the reunion. I wouldn't let him on the picnic table and he didn't want to sit on the ground in the bark. His bed and crate was taken (turned into the time out) so he wasn't sure what to do with himself while Jerry was gone (went to Toyota dealer - long story).