1998 was the year we became officially known as the Greyhound Guild. But that wasn't the only change. It was also the year we redesigned our kennel-like booth to be a country estate, with rugs for the hounds to lounge on, real chairs for the humans -- and no more straw! Unfortunately, it was also the first year we had really bad weather at the Festival, thanks to El Nino. But the humans and hounds bundled up and endured, and it turned out to be the best year we ever had!
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Festooned with ribbons and leaf garland, and furnished with rugs and
chairs, our kennel becomes a country estate. |
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The elegance and comfort of our "estate" attracts a royal
visitor: the Queen of France, escorted by the Lord Tax Collector |
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Another look at our noble visitors and at the lack of straw. Huzzah! |
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The hounds enjoying the attention of some young visitors. |
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You've heard of cloak and dagger? How about cloak and leashes? Guild
members try to stay warm -- and untangled! |
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Visitors of all ages come to the Guild to see the hounds and to learn more about them. |
