Once upon a time — way back in the Old Year, as opposed to the New Year — Mr. Betty and I stopped in at Chaves for some sort of Christmas necessity. Boxwood roping, perhaps? We were too late (as usual); it was sold out. But that's not the point. In so doing, just being there, I remembered something: April and May. Not the season so much, though that's part of it, but the dogs. There are two dogs at Chaves named April and May. And I wanted to say hello to them, in a manner of speaking. To get a doggie fix, a lick, a wag, something. But, as it turned out, April and May weren't "at work" that day. There was a new dog on duty: Spike. He was doing a great job — retail is the perfect life for a dog, don't you think? So I got my fix, if not my roping. Then we went on with our day(s) ...
