It was a good party.
Of course you would expect me to say that, since it was our going-away party and I am bound to be biased. But there were six dogs and plenty of food and lots of laughter and some tears and even a little barking and if that doesn’t qualify as a good party, I don’t know what does.
Jake, the mixed-breed pup who showed up first, was pretty chill when the entire family of border collies showed up—all on leashes and looking like they owned the place. The border collies were delighted to see me because they had previously only seen me in their yard, handing out treats. It was like a colossal dog joke, seeing the Treat Lady in a totally different place. They were grinning from ear to ear and Jake decided they were OK.
But when the two wheaten terriers showed up, that was two dogs too many. Jake went crazy barking and his owner had to leave, which was sad. But the wheatens stayed, and they even performed “Who Let the Dogs Out” which their owner played on his phone while they barked along in time.
I was worried about the food because our kitchen is empty so this was a “Bring Your Own Everything” affair. I called my neighbor in a panic the morning of the party.
“Nancee! Should I buy potato salad? Should I make some garlic bread?”
“Why?” Nancee asked.
“I’m afraid there won’t be enough food! I have no idea what anyone is bringing.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Nancee said.
This was not Nancee’s first rodeo, so I trusted her. That evening, the table was completely covered with food. There wasn’t room for dessert until people ate up some of the salads and breads and chips and dips.
Charles, who is 85 and whose wife just died, came from across the street.
“How are you, Charles?” I asked.
“I’m sad!” he announced. “I’ve lost 15 pounds!”
“I’m so sorry, Charles,” I told him. “You better have more pasta salad.” And he did.
There were stories told and lots of laughs and I realized I knew more people than I thought I did, in this town where I spent most of my time alone. There were women from writers’ groups and people with dogs (of course) and neighbors of all ages, some of whom had never met each other. Everyone stayed much longer than I expected and it was fun to see these ...
