The 1961 Ann-Margret film State Fair was filmed at Fair Park. This is the only pre-1950 US fairground still completely intact, still having its original marbles. I think you can clicky the pictures to embiggenate.
I may go back to the State Fair one day next week. I didn't make it into the food building, so I didn't get to see the butter sculpture. It's always fun to see the creative arts building, too, because it has all the fiber arts prizewinners, including lots of fabulous quilts and sculptures and things by little kids. Fun stuff.
Oh, I never told you, but the boy dog is named Chuy. That's pronounced like chewy. Sorry, but I don't watch tv so I won't be bothered by thoughts of Chelsea Handler's sidekick, so I'll thank you not to bring him up. Chuy's seeming to me like he'll be considerably smaller than Praline. I should have named him Sawed-Off, which could tastily double for sod-off.
At lunch yesterday, I came home and sat in the yard with the pups as they lolled about in the sunshine and wallowed in the dirt. It was really cute. I was not quite ready, though, for the 11 week old boy to start humping his sissy. Wow. Having a boy dog is going to be interesting.
If I had Praline to name over again, her name would be Ginsu Girlie, she of the razor tooth. I call her Ginsu anyway. It's her first nickname. They're settling into a nice play style with each other, which is a relief. I worried she'd always be too rough on him, but he's really holding his own. He's picking lots of fights, too, so I think he's digging it. I leave their kennel doors open so they can go take naps when they like. I came into the living room a couple days ago, and she was asleep in his kennel, and he was asleep in hers. Sweet!