This weekend we went to the 30 Days of Aloha: Waimea Paniolo Parade and Ho'olaulei'a (say that 10 times fast!)
Ickey dug the live music and ran around like crazy, not seeming to care if he ended up with a group of strangers or his parents. We insistantly smothered him with embarrassing public displays of affection, so maybe thats why he kept trying to get away! He loved the horses in the parade but seemed to prefer all the dogs on the sidewalk.
This picture reminds me of a Simpsons episode when Homer says "only two kinds of people wear Hawaiian shirts, gay guys and big fat party animals..."
(Beth, was that acurate?)