Monday after the racing, Rob & J decided to make a concerted effort at finding a REALLY good Texas dining experience. Rob had been cursed at restaurants . . . bringing the wrong entree, not having what he ordered (& forgetting to tell him & get an alternative order), etc.
They came back smelling extraordinary . . . it was the intoxicating aroma of smoked meat. Our meal had been in NO WAY comparable. J had fed us 'the usual'. However, have I mentioned that Rob is a soft touch? He snuck us a sample of the beef "shoulder clod". WOW. Tasty, tasty. I wanted more, but neither Conner nor Opa! would share their bites. (http://www.lockhartsmokehouse.com/plano-directions.html).
J says she 'honored' us dogs by ordering the Noble Rey's "Off the Leash" beer; Keith, the human with Dior (Opa's Dad), drank 3-legged Lab Stout - but we are not Labs. Hmph.
On Tuesday we came home. I guess the trip was uneventful, but we were at the airport forever (IMHO), and it took forever for Rob to get the van from parking (IMHO). Once finally home; I had to put up with Wicka's crazy over-excitement at seeing us again. OMG - we were only gone a few days.
In summary, it was a successful trip. Although I decided to have some fun rather than repeat my Silkenfest LC Singles win (settling for 2nd), I did make history by winning ISWS's 1st offered Silkenfest conformation Altered BIS.
My work here is done; perhaps I should retire . . .
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