LOL! Well Salamander I can’t understand what put the widdle kiddies off. He looks like such a sweet doggie.
As I’ve mentioned before, when we got there, he went berserker in the back seat when I parked in the lot.
I *almost* didn’t let him out of the car because I *thought* he was having a really uncharacteristically anti-social day, which is not normal for him.
When I opened the car door, then I heard the screaming from the other side of the street.
He KNEW evil was near.
He was roundly loved on and petted and smooched many Trumpers while waiting in line to see the swag.
The dog reacted to evil and heard/felt it waaaay before I had a clue.
Also, Hubby kept trying to get Hrafn to look at the camera for our nice souvenir Trump Bus pic, but that dog never took his eyes off of them.
I have three photos, and the dog is staring death at them in every one.