Another week, another walk. Today four WWTs and I hoofed it to the Trinity University campus. Just as we got back to our starting point in Olmos Park, we spied Martha, who had run late. So as not to disappoint her (and I suspect because they wanted to keep on talking) Mary and Ann walked with Martha to a nearby bakery.
Now the Bistro Bakery as it is called is some kind of place. They have mouth watering French- style treats, but what takes them over the top is that they welcome dogs to their outdoor tables. The owner, Lucile Watel, even came out to greet me. Of course as a princess I’ve come to expect such courtesies but in today’s world one doesn’t always receive her due.
Yesterday, I received another courtesy befitting my status. Mary and her friend, Karen Condit, have a harmonica class on Tuesday nights. Karen-- an artist--brought to class a pastel of my profile. I have to admit it is a beautiful rendering, one that does full justice to my remarkably well shaped snout. Mary plans to hang it near a line drawing Karen did of me earlier.
This afternoon I had another recognition of my princess status: I got to ride in a parade. Because she has written the centennial history of the Alamo Heights Independent School District, Mary was asked to ride in the Howdy Night Parade. And guess who got to go with her? From the window of a red Toyota Tundra with her name on the side we surveyed our “subjects.” I must admit I felt more like queen for a day than a mere princess. That is until the parade was over and we had no ride home. We hitched up our coronation gowns (just kidding) and hiked home.
One more thing: There was exciting news from Austin on Friday when Maverick emailed a photo of a pinky brown egg. At last his chickens have started laying and he’s eggs-static.
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