After freezing our buns off tonight in the parking lot (it was practically 40 degrees, with wind, and I am now thin-skinned to cold weather), we head down to the Riverwalk for dinner.
Afterward, we hit the tree in front of the Alamo and sing carols. Happy holidays to stray dogs everywhere!
And this is a real stray dog - Dingo the Stray. Up for adoption when I return from Napa Valley!
P.S. Teecycle Tim asked me about folks' expressions when our running pack pushes their cars. First, we (usually) do it with permission - I'd hate to think of their expressions if a pack of wild runners descended upon them unexpectedly! And, second, it's usually grateful surprise. They sometimes offer to buy us tacos. But we work only for smiles - and beer.