So...last night at the Centretown Pub, courtesy of the Ottawa Knights, was an event titled "Collars and Leashes, Puppies and Boys/Colliers et laisses, puppies et boys". How they come up with these titles, I don't know, but I have to admit that this one had a nice ring to it. I had been to a previous event, called Ruff N' Tumble, which I described in another post, so I had to at least make an appearance at this one.
I had to take my actual dog to our groomer in Stittsville that morning, so I had some free time to put together some treat bags for the human pups who would be at the event. I went to Pet Valu and questioned the clerk about dog biscuits that might be yummy enough for people to enjoy. She showed me some boxes of oreo-type cookies from the Three Dog Bakery and admitted that she and the other girls would buy them to eat because they tasted so good. They are made with carob (since dogs can't have chocolate), and vanilla or peanut butter filling. I bought a box of the vanilla ones since I didn't want any of the pups to go into anaphylactic shock at the event or afterward. Then I went to the dollar store looking for something suitable for human pup loot bags. I decided on tiny bottles of bubbles for blowing, since they came in rainbow colours and, really, who doesn't enjoy blowing (or chasing) bubbles? Then to Shoppers for Rockets and Hershey Kisses.
I spent the rest of the morning at the Stittsville library waiting for the dog to be done and working on the edits to my novel. Then collected a freshly bathed and groomed schnauzer, took her home, tried (unsuccessfully) to have a nap, and picked up Greg and the kids from his mom's where they'd been swimming and relaxing and helping get ready for a family party on Sunday.
By the time I'd gotten the kids to bed I wasn't sure I wanted to leave the peaceful, cozy house at nine to go to the pup event. I am such a morning person that it takes great effort to go anywhere after eight at night, since I usually go to bed between nine and ten! But I knew I had to go and see my friends, so I forced myself to change, do my hair and put on a bit of makeup. By the time I was actually in the car and driving downtown I was pumped. I knew it would be worth it, and it totally was.
The first person I saw when I walked in the door was a certain handsome fellow who just happens to grace the cover of my upcoming novel:
Mr. Michael Tattersall, shirtless (gah!) and wearing his leather kilt (gah again!), stood near me and luckily I managed to form words and greet him appropriately. He gave me a warm hug and we spoke about the book cover that I'd managed to arrange. We are both so thrilled with how it turned out.
I asked him if the boys were upstairs and he said yes, so I headed up to the top reaches of the atmospheric pub, where various leather-clad men were busy getting the top floor ready for an invasion of leather/rubber pups! So much fun!
Rolph (Karl) was there in his gorgeous full leather pup suit...
...looking absolutely adorable as usual. I gave him a big hug and the toy I had got him (because he's my special pup). Oliver and Carlos were there, Guy and Poochie (Frank), and Marcel and Fidget (Jordan). Pup Fidget, aka Jordan, is a driving force behind these events, and always an energetic and enthusiastic presence, with a warm hug for everyone. His husband Marcel is the logistics person and liaison with the Ottawa Knights. Pups Argo and Bailey, visitors from out-of-town, were just getting suited up, so I introduced myself. I'm sure they didn't know who the heck I was but they were friendly and we shook hands.
I gave Oliver the 'doggy bags' I had brought - poor Oliver had responsibility for so many things! I knew I could only stay for an hour because I was worn out and the kids would have me up early the next morning.
The music volume was better this time and it was fairly easy to talk to people. I had an awesome chat with a very sexy man in leather or PVC pants, vest and kick-ass boots, who was a little nervous being out in public in his fetish wear and just wanted to watch the pups play. I was nervous too - I'm fairly new to all of this - so it was nice to chat with him and realize I wasn't the only one not 100% at ease in that environment. I always feel a bit out of place, since I'm neither pup nor handler, but I always receive a warm welcome and I'm getting there.
Michael Tattersall came up at one point and we talked about kilts and sporrans and the kinds of deals they have at the Leather Swap. I wouldn't mind buying a leather kilt for my husband to wear in private - just for me ;)
I did venture into the puppy pen eventually for a closer look, but stayed off the mats and out of the action. It was fun to watch. There was alot of nuzzling, humping, wrestling, and playing going on. There was also a gay porno playing out on a big screen if you got tired of watching the pups. That was a nice touch.
An hour passed pretty quickly and I decided I'd better go, so after getting all the goodbye hugs I could manage from the folks upstairs, I made my descent. As I walked down the stairs I noticed a permanent metal ladder leading up to the DJ booth down which said DJ was just now coming, wearing a leather kilt (yay!), leather vest, and sporting an awesome mohawk and a wide smile. It honestly made me feel like I was in the movie Mad Max, Beyond Thunderdome for a moment. I said I hadn't noticed the ladder before and made some admiring comment about men in leather kilts (naturally). He laughed and gave me a big hug! So sweet. I don't think I've ever met him before and that was so nice!
Down on the next level I said goodbye to Guy and Poochie (who had taken a break from the pup pen to have a drink), and also Isaac Wesley who looked very yummy in not very much. Then I ran into Mike Tattersall near the exit. Well, of course, I had to get another hug from my gorgeous coverboy so I said goodbye. He was surprised that I was leaving so soon and I told him my kids had woken me at five am, but apparently that's when he gets up everyday, lol!
As I descended the final set of steps to the exit I heard Mike tell his friend that I write gay porn, and I felt so amazingly proud and happy and not out of place at all. It was a very cool experience and I'm so glad I made the effort to get there :)