Forgotten but Forgiving

Well it had to happen. Remember when I told you my mistress almost forgot to take me one week? Well this time she REALLY forgot. My master, Lewis, noticed that I was especially agitated about Mary’s departure. Well duh. Don’t humans understand that dogs know everything they know and then some?

Anyway while I whiled the time away in my nice soft bed, Mary traipsed around with two WWT buddies in the sticky humidity, discussing things ranging from how to recolor an oriental rug on the cheap (use ripe prickly pear cactus fruit called tunas) to whom they knew in the obituaries today.

Though I don’t regret the conversation, I’m sorry not to have seen the latest seasonal decoration at Bumper’s house. That’s the doggie I memorialized awhile back whose mistress dresses up a pair of dog statues in front of the house from time to time. For Halloween they are duded up as an alien and a witch. Scaaa-ry.

As they walked through Olmos Park Terrace, a neighborhood literally across the railroad tracks from Olmos Park, the ladies took note of the number of sustainable landscapes. My mistress--who is planning a low-water-tolerant yard once the porch is finished. (Will it ever be?)--gleaned several ideas.

When she got back Mary immediately took me on a walk. She also gave me part of a hot dog she’d bought at Costco as a peace offering. Since hot dogs are my thing I immediately forgave her. BUT SHE HAD BETTER NOT FORGET ME EVER AGAIN. Dog’s honor.

Porch-to-be

This week the ladies took a bye for a variety of reasons, one of which was that my mistress had a sore throat. It was just as well since with rain predicted, the atmosphere was quite close. So instead of nattering about where the WWTs went and what they said, today I’ll talk about matters closer to home.

For the last couple of months, Mary and Lewis’ (and my) house has been quite chaotic due to construction. Imagine this: they have decided to go retro with a screened-in front porch. But this is not your grandmother’s screen porch. It is high up from the ground and has a pitched roof that makes our little house look--as the architect puts it in a soaring superlative--“heroic.” Another of architect John Grable’s favorite ways of describing the addition is “transformative.” (Do they offer courses in architect speak?).

The porch is constructed with huge cedar beams and features a cement floor and bronze screen wire. I love to sit on it and watch my doggy friends pass by on the street. Since the front door and front steps haven’t been completed, I can jump down to the ground—a risky endeavor that I’ve only tried twice. ( The last thing a princess needs is a broken leg.)

As soon as it’s finished Mary intends to have the Wednesday Walkie Talkies and their spouses over for a covered dish dinner. My question is, will she invite J.D. and Cooper and Maddie and Bella and Max? I'd love to show off my porch to those WWT doggies.

Queen for a Day (Almost)

Another week, another walk. Today four WWTs and I hoofed it to the Trinity University campus. Just as we got back to our starting point in Olmos Park, we spied Martha, who had run late. So as not to disappoint her (and I suspect because they wanted to keep on talking) Mary and Ann walked with Martha to a nearby bakery.

Now the Bistro Bakery as it is called is some kind of place. They have mouth watering French- style treats, but what takes them over the top is that they welcome dogs to their outdoor tables. The owner, Lucile Watel, even came out to greet me. Of course as a princess I’ve come to expect such courtesies but in today’s world one doesn’t always receive her due.

Yesterday, I received another courtesy befitting my status. Mary and her friend, Karen Condit, have a harmonica class on Tuesday nights. Karen-- an artist--brought to class a pastel of my profile. I have to admit it is a beautiful rendering, one that does full justice to my remarkably well shaped snout. Mary plans to hang it near a line drawing Karen did of me earlier.

This afternoon I had another recognition of my princess status: I got to ride in a parade. Because she has written the centennial history of the Alamo Heights Independent School District, Mary was asked to ride in the Howdy Night Parade. And guess who got to go with her? From the window of a red Toyota Tundra with her name on the side we surveyed our “subjects.” I must admit I felt more like queen for a day than a mere princess. That is until the parade was over and we had no ride home. We hitched up our coronation gowns (just kidding) and hiked home.

One more thing: There was exciting news from Austin on Friday when Maverick emailed a photo of a pinky brown egg. At last his chickens have started laying and he’s eggs-static.

San Pedro Springs Park Birthday Bash

Yesterday the Wednesday Walkie Talkies tossed a surprise birthday party for my mistress. But I’ll get to that later.

First, they walked to the second oldest park in the country. San Pedro Park was once lush and green, due to springs. The day we went, they were dry. But near them was an intriguing fern-covered grotto built in the late 19^th century. WWT member Merribell, who directed the Columbus, Ohio Art Museum, explained to everyone that grottos used to be popular outdoor features, adding a romantic touch.

While the ladies paused to take in the grotto I sniffed around a bit. Since the grass was wet due to yesterday’s downpour, I didn’t really care that Mary didn’t release me from my leash. Princess that I am, I really don’t like traipsing in mud, even if it is the first time we’ve had anything but cracked earth in I-don’t-know-when.

Did I remember to say that it was chilly? That was another novelty today, given that the temperature’s been in the three digits for the last couple of months.

After a walk in the park the ladies headed back to Monte Vista, where Mary had arranged for them to take tea at the home of her daughter-in-law. It turned out there was a surprise when they got there. Ann and Carol, two WWTs known for their quirky decorator sense, had collaborated on a greeter in the dining room: a piñata in the shape of a buzzard with a crown that spelled out Happy Birthday. Mary was overcome.

The tea party turned more festive yet when Carol brought out a bottle of Two-Buck Chuck wine and Ann shared a Sister Schubert breakfast cake. The ladies cut loose and had a fine time hearing stories about Turkey from WWT Mary Lil, who had just returned from there.

Everything was perfect but for one little detail: I hate to sound whiny but where was MY treat?

Niagara Falls, Captivity

Last Wednesday, right after the Wednesday Walkie Talkies walk, Mary dropped me off at the vet’s so she and Lewis could attend his 50^th high school reunion in upstate New York. WITHOUT ME. So while my mistress and master went to Niagara Falls and celebrated with his classmates, I was cooped up in a cage at Dr. Kothman’s. (At least Mary thought to bring my bed and favorite blanket with pictures of princesses on it.)

During five days of confinement, I mulled over several matters. One was an article that Mary read in the New York Times just before she left, about the reason for domestication of dogs. According to some scientists, it was not for companionship, protection, work or warmth. In fact, it was for food. At least, I thought, when my master and mistress come back for me, I won’t be on the dinner menu.

Another thing I pondered while in captivity was something Mary’s former co-worker, Anita, wrote in an email after reading my last blog entry. She had the temerity to suggest that I hid the old harness because I “really just wanted some new ‘bling.’” Needless to say, I take umbrage at this baseless accusation. (Even if it wasn’t a half bad idea.)

Now on to today’s WWT adventure. There were four ladies today, including a new member, the mistress of Bumper-- the friendly dog I memorialized a couple of weeks ago. Susan is a bit younger than the other ladies and walks briskly with what looks like ski poles. We didn’t stop as much this time (which I didn’t like) and I attribute it to their keeping pace with Susan. Since she and another WWT, Ann, are in training for a walkathon I fear this is going to be the drill from now on.

The only thing of note on the walk through Olmos Park and Monte Vista today was when we came upon a fledgling golden-fronted woodpecker in the middle of the street. My mistress, Mary, picked it up and put it on a bush, where it started squawking. Thanks goodness she didn’t decide to rescue it as I really value my beauty sleep, me being a princess and all.

New harness, Hondo Creek

Today when the Wednesday Walkie Talkies did their thing I felt like the grandest tiger in the jungle. That’s because my mistress, Mary, got me a new harness.

She lost the old one over the weekend while we were at Mary and Lewis’ country place near Tarpley, Texas. I love to go there and bark at the longhorn cattle and chase jackrabbits. But I’m wary of foxes, feral hogs, coyotes and large owls.

So when Mary and Lewis walked down to see Hondo Creek--which is completely dry due to the prolonged drought--given that is was dusk, I was afraid. As is so often the case, the thing I worried about—scary night predators—did not materialize. Instead, I they lost my harness somewhere along the way.

After we got home, Mary took me to the neighborhood pet store to get a replacement. Thank goodness she spied a snazzier version, which is much more comfortable. Since red is my best color, she bought one to match my fancy red collar with silver conchos. I know they say “What price beauty,” but in this case comfort and beauty converged.

Today I sported my new halter as the WWTs walked from Olmos Park to Monte Vista, a historic neighborhood dating back to the late 19th century. We paused to take a photo of two of the WWTs in front of the house where Mary and Lewis’ older son, William, and his wife, Mariana, used to live. I remember when their daughter, Christina, was little, she used to hector me no end at that house (which is now for sale). Now it’s Christina’s younger brother, Maxwell, who’s bothering me at their new, larger home in Monte Vista.

There are a number of interesting people who live in Monte Vista, ranging from a former mayor of San Antonio to the star of “Criminal Minds." (I sit next to Mary every week when she watches that show on TV). We passed both their houses before turning back to our point of origin in Olmos Park. In all, it was a good outing. And the best news of all: it started raining right afterwards.

Checking out the Chickens

Today only three of the WWTs walked. One of them offered to take J.D., since his mistress couldn’t come. Now J.D. had a personal trainer when he was a puppy, so he knows what humans like. He stays on the left side of the street and never stops to sniff things. Although he's my friend, I was jealous when Carol—who walked him—asked, “Doesn’t he have good manners?” right in front of me. (I thought the implied comparison was REALLY rude, but let it pass.)

All three ladies had mid-morning plans so we stayed in Olmos Park. Other than noticing that even the native trees are looking stressed from the brutal heat and drought, there's nothing else worth mentioning.

Thank goodness it’s gotten a little cooler and hopefully, we’re past what is on record as the hottest, driest summer ever in San Antonio. (My mistress was really worried about my not jumping up to take walks lately. When she reported it to the vet he cited the heat, pointing out, “Trixie’s Momma didn’t raise a dumb dog.”) So true.

While this week’s walk wasn’t exciting, a trip over the weekend was. That’s when I went to Austin to see my master and mistress’ younger son, Maverick. I’d heard his parents talking about the chicken coop Maverick was having built. It’s on wheels with a detachable “run” for the birds to exercise. As the coop is moved about the yard, the chickens fertilize it.

Mary, my mistress, immediately identified the aroma produced by the chickens as “barnyard.” Since I’d never been around that particular scent, I was fascinated and sniffed all around, above and below the coop. It seemed to spook the chickens (there are three) but after a while they ventured out of the coop.

They are half Americauna, a South American breed, and half Rhode Island Red. August is the month chickens molt, so their tails are pretty sketchy, but they are a nice reddish brown color (kind of like me). According to an FFA booklet Maverick has read, they will lay green eggs. They haven't produced yet. (Chickens don't lay when molting). But I'll keep you posted when they do.