There was a little excitement last Wednesday when one of the walkers, Olmos Park Mayor Susan Gragg, received a call just as we set off. It seems that someone had run into the fountain. Again.
The Spanish style fountain, which sits in the center of a roundabout on the town’s business district, has been the target of drunk drivers ever since it’s installation. Of course the ladies wanted to see the damage, so that determined the route of our walk.
When we got there, several policemen were inspecting the damage. A bollard that protects it was sheared off, but the fountain itself was intact. Later, we heard on the local TV news that the City of Olmos Park is offering a $1,000 reward for information leading to identification of the driver.
Who knows what excitement awaits the Wednesday Walkie Talkies—and Barkies—this week?
Monday, March 28, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Romping in Town and Country
Ever since Chica came into our lives I’ve lost track of time, what with her wanting to play all the time. It’s made for a never-ending workout, leaving little or no time for contemplation. Or blogging.
Our routine is to sleep late in the morning and have a late breakfast (I really do like Chica’s puppy food, which tastes SO much better than the ever-so-dry Lean Dog Formula pellets my mistress gets for me at Whole Foods.) Then we romp about the house off an on all day until time for our walk.
After dinner it’s a romp-and-play redux until bedtime. Someone who doesn’t know dogs might figure we are fighting for real, especially since Chica whines when I pretend to bite her. We take our mock fights up the road every weekend to the ranch near Tarpley. The weather has been perfect for long walks along the creeks, but we always reserve energy for roughhousing afterwards.
Outdoors our master and mistress like sitting by the new fire pit. But since you can hear coyotes calling at night and there’s a large underground den not too far off, we dogs prefer to be inside after dark. I’ve overheard my mistress asking folks whether they think badgers or coyotes dug the underground den, which has both a front and a back entrance. Either way is scary for size-challenged Chihuahuas.
Back in town, we are walking weekly with the Wednesday Walkie Talkies, now that the weather is nice. Today we had a treat when WWT Mary Lil invited everyone to her condo for coffee afterward. While the ladies were sipping out of elegant Belleek cups, we were lapping water from a fancy talavera bowl. Only the best for the WWTs—and their doggies.
Our routine is to sleep late in the morning and have a late breakfast (I really do like Chica’s puppy food, which tastes SO much better than the ever-so-dry Lean Dog Formula pellets my mistress gets for me at Whole Foods.) Then we romp about the house off an on all day until time for our walk.
After dinner it’s a romp-and-play redux until bedtime. Someone who doesn’t know dogs might figure we are fighting for real, especially since Chica whines when I pretend to bite her. We take our mock fights up the road every weekend to the ranch near Tarpley. The weather has been perfect for long walks along the creeks, but we always reserve energy for roughhousing afterwards.
Outdoors our master and mistress like sitting by the new fire pit. But since you can hear coyotes calling at night and there’s a large underground den not too far off, we dogs prefer to be inside after dark. I’ve overheard my mistress asking folks whether they think badgers or coyotes dug the underground den, which has both a front and a back entrance. Either way is scary for size-challenged Chihuahuas.
Back in town, we are walking weekly with the Wednesday Walkie Talkies, now that the weather is nice. Today we had a treat when WWT Mary Lil invited everyone to her condo for coffee afterward. While the ladies were sipping out of elegant Belleek cups, we were lapping water from a fancy talavera bowl. Only the best for the WWTs—and their doggies.
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