While in Spain, Roscoe and I decided that we should check out a bullfight. When we got there, we found out it was amatuer day at the arena. It just so happened that Roscoe and I were traveling with our matador costumes and so we signed up to fight and quickly changed into our colorful costumes.
I went first, but before stepping into the ring I made it VERY CLEAR that I wasn't about to stick sharp objects into a fellow animal; this would be a fun, blood-free bull fight. Needless to say the blood thirsty crowd was disappointed, but the big bull thanked me kindly. We had a great time "dancing" around the arena together. I would wave my red cape and the bull would charge at it, sometimes hitting the cape and sometimes missing it completely. The two of us had a good laugh about the whole thing. We played until our sides hurt so much from laughing that we were forced to stop.
Roscoe went next, following my lead on the "no blood" concept. Roscoe was a little nervous about stepping into the ring with the bull so he found a suitable substitute.
All in all, it was a fun day and a wonderful experience. Of course Roscoe enjoyed wearing his costume so much that he refused to change, even after we left the arena and went back to sightseeing in the city.
The Spanish Bullfighting Association was so impressed with my blood- free bullfight that they have decided to change the rules; from now on, no bulls shall be speared or otherwise hurt during bullfights in Spain!
What a great day!