Take the basset, take the retriever.
Big owner holds the big dog on the sidewalk.
Smaller owner holds the smaller dog.
(no caretaker here, buddy! OWNER!)
One gets snacks, One holds the dogs.
Mmmmmmmmmmm
Got money, shall we be frugal?
No, get it all.
One Basque cake, yum!
One snail, yum!
One yeasty pecan roll, yum!
One egg and olive tapenade 1/2 sandwich, yum!
One mezzo mezzo, yum.
(like a capaccino, with more foam)
One whole loaf of polenta bread to die for!
The farm is nearby, we drive by it on the way to the Supermarket
Wow, that's a word that'll scare the gourmond.
Market, that sounds more family~ish.
Like more fruit sitting in boxes,
not in tropical gardens with the foreboding rainforest storms pending.
More bread in bins, not saran wrap.
More Pt. Reyes Cowgirl Creamery brie.
Dogs wait, get patted and patted and patted.
Tiny boys creep up to pat with leery mommas calling,
"No, no, patting! Let him sniff your hand! Ask before you pat!"
It's ok, bassets love it.
They're extremely soft,
though today this old one is bleeding from multiple tiny sores.
Due to oldness.
(she's on antibiotics, it's ok, really)
Patting rescue retrievers is more touchy. (HA!)
She's had valium, so today's a good patting day.
A good patting and snacking day.
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