Friday, August 24, 2012

Steppin' out with Shaun the Sheep. Not.

On Thursday Mary took some out-of-town cousins up to the country. Without us. We were pretty fussy about not getting to run in the creek, but at least we had the grandchildren to play with in her absence. Well if you call “play” sitting with them on the couch in front of TV. Frankly we’re a bit weary of Sesame Street and Shaun the Sheep.

On Monday the ladies and Chica and I walked 8,000 steps (theirs, not ours) in Brackenridge Park on a fall-like morning. Since it's cooling off they'll start their walks later after Labor Day.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Pork Roast does the trick

Yet AGAIN Mary and Lewis have left us to languish at the vet's. This time they went to the coast. For once, Chica and I didn’t make a fuss when they left us. One reason was that we got to share a cage. But mainly, we just figured why bother.

On Monday Mary and two other Brackenridge Belles walked in the park. Us bitches didn’t get to go since the vet wasn’t open in time. Afterward, Mary and granddaughter Christina sprung us. Back home we snuffled around the house, making sure there had been no intruders.

As far as we could tell there were none, though there was a distinct scent of rat. Not being terriers, Chica and I let that pass. I've heard terriers don't eat rats, so killing them must a way to make points with their master. Well we do that simply by being so cute, right?

Our confinement was made worthwhile by what Mary did to assuage her conscience: she shared leftovers from a pork roast. I must say that did the trick, because any abandonment feelings Chica and I might have harbored evaporated with the first succulent bite.


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

From Cacti to the Lost Maples Cafe

Over the weekend Chica and I went to the country with our master and mistress. The idea was to clean house and mow the yard, but instead they tackled some invasive cactus in the back yard.

Recently, the grandkids had a hard time placing their tent because of it. So Mary and Lewis, shovels in hand, set to work. By the time they had dug up nine garbage bags full of the prickly stuff, their hands and feet were covered in spines. Us dogs kept our distance so we had no such problem.

The spiny ones left us at the house and took a long lunch break up the road in Utopia, where they had hamburgers and homemade pies at the Lost Maples Café. Afterwards, they hiked the Lost Maples Trail at the Lost Maples Natural Area. Due to the heat, there was not another soul on the trail, unlike last fall when the leaves turned.

Mary, who has a significant birthday this fall, has decided to celebrate that occasion with immediate family at the Lost Maples Cafe and the Natural Area. Hopefully Chica and I will be included this time, since we are about as immediate as you can get.

Back home, we accompanied our Mistress and Martha Siv on a walk in Brackenridge Park on Monday. Hard to believe that the ladies continue to brave the heat week after week. But as long as they’re game, we are.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Fall's not in the air

Rising temperatures are really getting scary. Today it was reported that street lights in Stillwater, Oklahoma melted. Corn crops on the way to our country place are fried.

Worst of all, if my mistress doesn’t get us out by 8:30 at the latest, Chica and I don’t get our walk until after 9:00 at night.