This little [doggie] went to market

Minutes ago, I took Eska to the Waverly farmer's market.

I have been anticipating this day since the moment I got her, and it wasn't until I woke up this morning, like clockwork, at 7.30am (even after a night of karaoke and the necessary accompanying heavy drinking that went until 2am), saw Eska curled up directly beside me on my bed, and felt her spontaneous kiss on my hand that I thought, "okay. She's ready, now."

Of course, I armed myself with a triple dose of patience before we set out on what would be a tripartite mission (to walk her, get groceries, and drop off my old key at Calvert), because bringing a still very excitable - and gourmande - dog to a place the main features of which are people and food could turn out to be a quite disastrous event, indeed. It did not.

Eska was calm as Man Before Knowledge with EVERYONE at the market, from local clients to local farmers, and only attemped to jump up on one of the stands once - accordingly, I bought the brussel sprouts she managed slightly to lick. She was patient, indulgent, and obedient as I picked up some green beans, apples, and cider, and didn't once pull or tug at her leash on the way home, either - behaviour that earned her twice her usual share of cooooooooookies.

Oh, my Skarri, my love ... you are SUCH a good baby!