Kicking back with Karl Rove

I haven’t checked in for awhile but that’s not because nothing’s been coming down. Quite the opposite. Last weekend, for example, I accompanied my master and mistress to Austin, where they attended the Texas Book Festival Gala. That’s the kickoff event for the weekend-long Book Festival. Their hosts were Lillian and Ted (T.R.) Fehrenbach. Ted is a renowned historian and author of, among other books, “Lone Star,” a sweeping history of Texas. Lillian is my favorite, though, because she always notices me.

Laura Bush spoke at the gala and read from her recently-published book. My mistress noticed that she wore black, as did many of the women at the stellar event (including Mary, who wore a beaded black number she scored at the thrift shop where she volunteers). Austin’s finest turned out en masse at that scene, among them Karl Rove. Mary had her picture taken with the architect of the Bush candidacy and emailed it on her iPhone to liberal friends for fun.

Meanwhile I spent the night at Maverick’s house with his dog. It was cold, so I snuggled up to Maverick in his bed. My mistress calls me a hussy when I take up with folks that way, by hey, Maverick has been a stand up guy to me. And he puts up with a lot from Chigurh. To wit:

Maverick emailed yesterday that he is thinking about placing a singles ad for Chigurh, who seems lonesome when he doesn't have a doggie visitor. It would read “Older male seeks companion tolerant of coprophagia, crotch sniffing, cowpie-rolling and stained carpets.” Well, fastidious princess that I am I certainly don’t plan to respond to that ad, even if I am mighty fond of Chigurh’s long-suffering master.