New walk, new car

The Belles had a fine time last Monday walking in Cathedral Park, at the headwaters of the San Antonio River. The bad news is that Chica and I weren’t included, since our mistress figured dogs weren’t allowed there. No matter. We got a long walk in the 'hood that night when it was cooler.

Don’t know how much longer the ladies will keep walking, given the advancing heat (three-digit temps are predicted for next week), but they plan to go on Monday to Brackenridge Park. Chica and I look forward to it.

Good news on the car front: My master and mistress bought another Prius to replace the one that was stolen. This one, the Prius V, is a little bigger, more like a mini-station wagon. We like riding in it despite Mary’s paranoia that we will scratch the nice new leather with our toenails. She jumps on us whenever we try and climb up the back of the seats, so we’ll have to lie low until she gets over her new-car issues.

You can be sure that the next time we go to the country, my master and mistress will put the new car in the garage and if someone else has their car in it (as was the case the time of the theft) they will park it inside the fence in the back yard. Time was when Tarpey was at the end of nowhere. But now that there's enough population to warrant a cell phone tower, we dogs will have to keep our ears pricked up 24/7. Which will be a trick for Chica, given that her ears are so floppy.

New car; continuing walks

Women are prone to change their minds. The Brackenridge Belles and Bitches have done just that re: walks in the park. After agreeing to disband for summer, the ladies have continued walking week by week, agreeing that when it gets too hot they’ll stop. So far so good…

Meanwhile on the car front, my master and mistress heard from the insurance company that their car is beyond repair. So they have bought a silver Prius V, which is a bit larger. Chica and I haven’t been in it yet but we can’t wait. There’s nothing like the smell of a new car…