Calorie Counting. Not.

Today, three Brackenridge Belles and two bitches walked through the park and the adjacent River Road neighborhood. The weather was perfect, and although the ladies didn’t really give us dogs much time for sniffing, Chica and I adored the outing anyway.

Ann clocked 3,457 steps taken in an hour’s time, equaling 1.534 miles. It was the first time she had used a pedometer app on her iPhone and she didn’t know to turn it off while the ladies savored some luscious almond croissants from the Olmos Park Bistro afterward. Hence the average mph came to a puny 1.6. I'm sure the calorie intake (not by us as the ladies shared nary a crumb with the canines) surely was way more than the calories walked off.

But who's counting? When Mary Lil mentioned the croissants’ richness at the Olmos Park bakery where she bought them, they came back with “but almonds are so good for you.” Just wish they'd said almonds were good for dogs, too.

Brackenridge Belles and Bitches

Today the Brackenridge Broads and Bitches got a new name. And a new walker. At Ann's suggestion, “Broads” became “Belles,” which is more fitting given that the new walker, Pam, is a generation younger. Due to Sunday morning's heavy rain, they weren’t able to enter the River Road neighborhood via a low water crossing. Instead they checked out Red McCombs’ weapons collection in the lobby of his nearby building. I would tell you a bit about it, but the guard told my mistress that dogs weren’t allowed. I say that’s a bitch. Being one, I should know.

Brackenridge Broads and Bitches

On Monday, the Walkie Talkies took their third weekly stroll through Brackenridge Park, checking out the construction at the Witte Museum along the way. Since they’ve decided to move their meeting place from Olmos Park to Brackenridge Park, they discussed renaming themselves while they walked the 2.8 miles they logged that day. From now on they are to be called... ta da…. “the Brackenridge Broads.”

Mary had suggested “Brackenridge Beauties,” but as all of the women in question are of a certain age, Ann suggested “broads” was more appropriate. (If it had been up to me and Chica we might have gone for something like “Brackenridge Broads and Bitches,” but we weren’t asked.)

Back home, we recovered awhile on our mistresses’ bed and then went out in the back yard to watch the Monarch butterflies, who were savoring lantana and butterfly weed blooms en route to their winter home in Mexico.

Speaking of food, Mary has started cooking a mixture of hamburger, brown rice and vegetables for us. It's soooo much better than the dry dog food we'd been getting. Hope she keeps it up. We love it!