We are celebrating King’s day. Actually: my humans are celebrating it, like all the other humans in Holland. They eat and drink orange stuff, there are Dutch flags everywhere and music and people selling things they don’t need anymore. It is kind of a party. For them, that is. I do not care much about it. I mean: I don’t mind if they are having fun, but they don’t have to include me. I especially do not like this dressing-up-part of this national party. But alas, there is nothing I can do about it. Not today.
Today is a special day in Holland: it is King’s Day! This means there are a lot of festivities, especially markets. This morning M and P and I went to the traditional plants market in the centre of our town. There were a lot of, well, plants. And humans and smells. It was interesting. M dressed me up with a little orange collar, because orange is the colour of King’s Day. I don’t like be dressed up, but I guess this is okay. It is just a collar, not a sweater or something silly like that.
We went there by cargobike and I ran next to it most of the time! It was exciting and exhausting. When we came home I wanted to rest in my favorite snooze chair. But I was a bit distressed to see that my street had turned into some kind of parking lot. On the grass where I normally sniff and run and play suddenly a lot of cars had appeared!
M tells me there are loads of humans visiting our neighbourhood because of the market held here. Not the plant market, that is in the town centre, but a market where humans sell the things they do not need anymore, for cheap. So other humans can buy these things, things they probably do not need either but that is not the point, M tells me. It is something called bargain hunting and humans like that. Humans do puzzle me. Where is the fun in hunting for stuff you do not need? If they would hunt rabbits or foxes I would understand. But stuff?
Anyway, M tells me this market will be over by the end of the day and all the cars will be gone. Good. I need that grass tonight, for my toilet.