Here is my Harper at the flea market on a very sunny  Labor Day in Michigan. He's actually sleeping here, which is a) why we put the glasses on him, so he wouldn't wake up, and b) why he has not ripped the glasses off his face. We were at the flea market for about four hours, and found some great deals on gifts and home cooked Amish goodies.  Harper mostly slept and otherwise chilled, taking in the sights. We had to pass up a perfect green plush recliner for $20. The guy selling it overheard us say we couldn't fit it in the car and piped up, "Where do you live? We could drop it off for you." Yeah, he wasn't willing to bring it down to NC for $20. *Sigh