With hot days on the horizon, five Brackenridge Belles met Monday for their last walk of the season. Fortuitously it was fairly cool but ever since, temperatures have approached three figures in the afternoons.
My master came to get us dogs after our walk in the park so my mistress could run up to our place in the country. Why? The story begins there Sunday morning when Mary awoke around 6:30 to what she thought was the sound of a male voice outside, followed by what sounded like a car peeling out. Turned out it was HER car.
Looks like the perp rammed it into a tree a ways down the road. After two Bandera County sheriff's deputies, a highway patrolman and a wrecker did their things, Mary and Lewis left for home in son Maverick’s car.
While Chica and I hated to miss seeing riots of wildflowers along the road to Tarpley again, we were happy to be at home in bed while Lewis organized the storeroom. With the dog days of summer upon us, sleeping is our preferred pastime.
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