I shared my breakfast with the Holiday Inn Dogs. This evening I didnt have anything for them but they came to me anyway, ducking their heads and wagging their tails, so I sat on a curb in the parking lot and talked to them. I did what anyone ashamed of himself in this situation would do: I said Id bring breakfast in the morning. Theyre getting more courageous. The younger one defers to the elder and the elder is now circling me and sniffing, sometimes bumping me with his nose. The younger lost all caution and licked my hand. When they got comfortable with my talking to them, they sat down next to me and looked at other things. I lie to them and tell them how pretty they are. For anyone who doesnt know the soul of Texas, it is in this: a clear night sky and our stars (yes, they are in fact ours) with a couple of animals that are robust and scarred and undefeated and facing a fight every morning and yet know the difference between a friend and a stranger. Nothing is more quintessentially Texas than that. Its a fine tradition.
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 01:49:07 +0000
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