Not Rose, but close.
Sophie had a dinner guest tonight—and she was only medium graceful about it. Rosie, a yellow lab twice Sophie’s size and just her same age, was graceful and ladylike and not at all interested in Sophie’s food or her treats. I fed Soph early, in anticipation of the visit, but she hadn’t had her treat or eaten her second helping, which is kibble, when Rosie arrived. I put the kibble out of the way to avoid disagreements. The dogs got along but pretty soon Sophie began her demanding bark—I gave each of them a treat, but Rosie, unfamiliar with that treat, declined it. And Sophie barked until I gave Rosie’s treat to her.
she began to bark again, which made conversation difficult. I tried fresh water.
I tried everything. Finally, Rosie’s person suggested it was the kibble. I gave
Sophie that, she ate and settled down on the floor. At one point, she was lying
so close to Rosie I thought they were cuddling.
human is Babette Hale, columnist, publisher, and short story writer. Her
collection, A Wall of Bright Dead Feathers won the 2021 best short story
award from the Texas Institute of Letters. Babette is also the widow of Leon
Hale, longtime columnist for the Houston Post who died just over a year
ago at the age of ninety-nine. Hale’s columns, musings on everyday life often down
back roads, were legendary in Texas and his fans legion.
and I have known each other a longtime but really bonded after we both sort of
retired—and got new pups. I said tonight it was the dogs that brought us
together, but she said it was also cooking and writing. And those were the
topics tonight—the kind of intellectual discussion none of us get often. Shared
interests, shared subjects—such fun. Babette lives in Winedale and was stopping
in Fort Worth on her way to Santa Fe (yes, jealous—I wanted to sneak Soph and
me into the back seat of her car!).
did I serve to someone who says we bonded over cooking? An appetizer of goat
cheese with pesto; a crab salad—halfway through the meal I confessed it was
Krab, faux crab, really whitefish—she said it tasted more like lobster than crab,
and who’s to argue with that?). For dessert, chocolate bon bons from Trader Joe’s—small
chocolate covered bites of ice cream and cookie. A good light meal.
many people do, Babette had trouble backing out of the driveway. I swear I had
the dishes washed before she successfully hit the street. But what a lovely
not a lovely day. Not a bad one, but not lovely. This morning it took me until
almost eleven-thirty to read and respond to emails plus read the news of the
day and do a quick check for messages on Facebook. I find the news of the
Democrats increasing approval—both mid-term candidate and the president—an occasion
for cautious encouragement, though I never want us to become over-confident too
soon. But I am increasingly appalled at the arrogance and disregard for our
country that trump showed in stealing security documents.
suspect I’m preaching to the choir here, but I find the possibilities of what
he may have already done with them, who he may have shared them with,
increasingly frightening. It may be the one most blatant case of treason ever
in our history, and I am anxious to have him punished to the full extent of the
law. We cannot live in peace until that is done. At whatever cost. (If I weren’t
a lady, there are several things I would say to Lindsey Graham.)
I am perturbed by what I just found is a new Texas rule: schools must display a
banner or whatever that says, “In God We Trust” and displays the American and
Texas flags. I love the poster who suggested it be on a background of rainbow
colors, since the background isn’t specified. Yay to the Carrollton/Southlake
ISD which has rejected the signs (and I thought they were a leader in book
banning—got to rethink that.) The power of the alt-right Christian movement
scares me more than I can say, and this is just one little ripple.
in the seventies tonight, and my patio door is open. Poor Rosie couldn’t figure
out how to go in and out of the flexible screen door, no matter how often we
showed her. As Babette asked tonight, “Why is it so humid if we’re in the midst
of a drought?” At any rate, I am enjoying the cooler temperatures, sorry that
the rain has skirted all around us.
for all good dogs and the rest of us to be asleep. Sweet dreams. I bet Sophie
is dreaming of food and treats.