I mean who would have ever expected to see a very studly, two-ton black angus bull paraded down Wall Street? Not me.
And how about the flying “motorhome” (genus Americanus) small dog suspended in the air by a flotilla of helium-filled balloons? Incredible.
Best of all is the pan-generational aspect of the parade. All ages come decked out in red white and blue to strut their stuff. They, along with their pets (wonderfully patient with their owners on this day) make the Pet Parade special and an annual must-see.