Long BUSY weekend, Part 4!

Here it is, folks!  The last part of my weekend!  After my walk with Maggie Mae and Levi, mom and I head up to the Saratoga to meet Uncle CC.

Hm... I don't see Uncle CC yet, mom.

We walked around for a bit, got some Starbucks, sat and enjoyed the sites for a while.. then we decided to go to the Saratoga Sloppy Kisses! I had previously been to the one in Clifton Park. Mom forgot to bring treats along with her (can you believe that?!), so she was going to buy me some.  Well, thankfully, I decided I wanted to go into another area of the store that mom was just going to ignore.  Good thing I did, because THIS is what I picked out for myself!

Eat your heart out, Fred!!!  You got the tag,
I got the threads!!!!

Ohhh Eeeeee, I'm lookin' good now!

The ladies were ALL over me!

Back up mom... me and Uncle CC are going to do our thing...

I see a cutie over there, Uncle CC...

I gotta stand up so I can show off my guns...

See, ladies, I'm a softie at heart... I'll even
pose with my momma because she complained
on her bday that we don't have any pictures
of us together... I'm a good guy ((CoughPuddlesCough))

There was a lot of our walk that mom didn't get pictures of.

But I sure was tired... It's a lot of work being a STUD 24/7!!!

I met lots of cool dogs and even another boxer like Maggie Mae!  I did want to touch on a subject that I always found interesting.  One of my favorite blogs to follow is Two Pitties in the City.  They're always blogging about how much more attention their pooches get when they're wearing some sort of costume or jacket.  After my walk in Saratoga, I couldn't agree more!  Before my mom and Uncle CC took me to Sloppy Kisses, we walked up and down Broadway a few times.  I was only stopped twice by people saying how handsome I was and asking if they could pet me.  Once we left Sloppy Kisses and I was wearing my new t-shirt, we couldn't go more than 5 steps without someone commenting about me, talking to my mom or asking if they could pet me.  My mom couldn't believe the difference!

A lot of people asked my mom what breed of dog I was.  This gave her a lot of opportunities to promote the rescue where I came from.  People couldn't believe I was a rescue dog!  Mom let people guess what breeds they thought I was - she always finds it very interesting what people see in me.  She got the usual - Boxer, Lab, Great Dane.  One said French Mastive - which our bloggin' girl, Zelle, mentioned to us not too long ago.  People were shocked when my mom said she thought the majority of my breed was American Staffordshire.  I think it's because I'm so tall and slender, people don't see the typical pitbull features.  Needless to say, it was a great adventure and a lot of fun.  When my mom mentioned that I was a pitbull breed, people couldn't believe how friendly and calm I was.  Changing minds, one by one.

Do you have any suggestions as to what breeds I may be???
Thanks for following along with my busy weekend!