Ava really, really needs a doggie

The Sisters had another great time at the Tucson Festival of Books. Honestly, as much as we love books, reading, and communing with our tribe, what we spent most of our time doing was squealing over various dogs that walked by.

We have very finely calibrated puppy-dar. Like radar but for canines.

We saw a guy walking a giant St. Bernard named Goliath and an adorable Scottie whose name is now escaping me. I nearly lost my mind over the big one. The little one just sat there and waggled furiously.

There were a million golden retrievers, and scads of gorgeous pit bulls, and so many beautiful German Shepherds. The poodles were all fancy and one or two collies took our breath away. One especially buoyant Labrador stole our hearts when he had the time of his life frolicking away with his very own leash.

But I keep coming back to this fellow.

He ruled the festival. The boy had his very own stroller. Does he have his people under control, or what?