Where were you on Sunday afternoon this past weekend?

If you weren’t down in the St. Lawrence Market area for Woofstock, you were really missing out!

WOW!

What a weekend!

Amazing weather, no shootings at the Eaton Centre, and the festivals in downtown Toronto are in full effect!

You might have been at Luminato on Saturday night, and I certainly hope you were at Woofstock on Sunday afternoon!

But just in case you weren’t, here are a handful of photos, plus my cynical, annoying, observations as you might expect…

I don’t understand why people do this to their dogs.

Dogs aren’t born like this, but with an expensive groomer, you can create a masterpiece:

And let’s have a look at exhibit-b…

Now I don’t know if this is more creepy, or cute.

It’s cute that this little dog is so…..well, little.

But it’s creepy that these dogs are basically genetically engineered to be so small that people can own them as novelties:

Here’s a totally normal thing to do.

Just carry this portable-couch with you at all times, and when your dogs have had enough, you can settle in, watch Keeping Up With The Kardashians, and call it a night…

I guarantee the dog had zero say in this…

If dogs have the ability to feel embarrassed, this dog is saying, “For the love of God, do you really think this stupid had and these swim-goggles were my idea?”

If you’re a 46-year-old woman, and you’ve never been married, and you’ve never had kids, then I have the answer for you right here:

Okay, not to be a Debbie-Downer, but have a look at the following ad.

If you need Supercentres to “Bring your family together again,” then perhaps you have larger problems at hand!

Don Draper would have a field day with this one!

DAD!  You promised you wouldn’t embarrass me today!  Go away!

Does anybody else LOVE the idea of turning Market Street (between Front & The Esplanade) into a pedestrian walkway?

You might say I’m a car-for-ever kind of guy, but I think turning this small street into a footpath would only serve to increase the modesty and tradition of this little village that surrounds the St. Lawrence Market, especially during Woofstock & Buskerfest!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah….we all like dogs.  But seriously – this is the real reason we come to Woofstock & Buskerfest!

The food!

There is nothing quite as sexy as forty legs of chicken frying on a grill…

GYROS!

Okay, I’m not going to lie.  I definitely ate a gyro….

…..after my first gyro…

….and followed that one with an impeccably delicious THIRD gyro.  No joke…

Right.

We can’t come to a festival without filling our obligatory quota of guilt…

Ah, the water fountain!  This is where the magic happened! Un-leashed dogs, splashing around, and hundreds of passer-byers gawking!

Although, as history demonstrates, on person always ruins it for the rest.

This one a-hole let his dog off the leash, and the dog ran out and dove right into some poor old-man’s pork souvlaki stand!  The dog then shook himself dry, with dog-water spraying all over the food.  The yuppie a-hole just chuckled and said, “Oh Skyler, come here, you!  Let’s get you on your leash,” as about ten people left the line for pork souvlaki and the old man saddened.  The a-hole then went home and day traded shares of Facebook…

And lastly, I can’t think of a better fusion of “new and old” than this shot of the beautiful, historic, yellow-brick Beardmore Building (left) on Front Street that represents original Toronto, and the sleek, new, glass-and-brick London on the Esplanade (right) at 38 The Esplanade.

WOW!

What a day!  What a day off!

Although I didn’t have much choice in the matter, since it was my fiance’s birthday, and apparently you’re supposed to take her out and do “something nice” instead of showing clients houses and condos.

After we took in our quota of dogs, we had a nice little visit with my brother and my precious 2-year-old niece, Charlee-brown!

We went to Hot House on Front Street where Jenna and my brother had a few cocktails, while Charlee and I wore through two packs of crayons and drew pictures of mommy on the children’s menu!  She smiles every time she says “puppy!”

I WANT ONE!

A child, not a puppy.  I think puppies would be a lot of work, and they would probably pee everywhere.  Right…

Wait….weren’t we talking about dogs?  How did we get onto the subject of children?

And now, I make my escape…