Homemade Cheese Waxing

Waxing the Cheese

by Celia Hayes

That is something which sounds vaguely like something which only ought to be done by consenting adults, in private and behind closed doors, but . . . well, it’s really rather prosaic, in the process of making cheese. It’s the final thing done, before stashing the wheel of cheese in the lower shelf of the refrigerator to age for the required number of months. Well, to all but the parmesan; that variety ages, dries and hardens bare and un-waxed for a year, before getting a slathering of olive oil. It will be another ten months before we can even sample it and know if it is any good, but it already is looking dry and waxy, rather like the less expensive supermarket parmesans.

This months’ cheese-making expeditions have been enlivened, as we are trying to make a half-dozen or so small wheels of farmhouse cheddar. These are about the size of a tuna can, and we intend to give them as Christmas presents to San Antonio neighbors. Two gallons of milk produces three small cheeses; and farmhouse cheddar must age for at least a month. Our neighbors are all nice people, and we like them very much, but after fifteen years of alternating butter cookies and fruitcakes, it’s probably time to up our game, and I am almost sure everyone has forgotten about the ginger-molasses drop cookies which came out looking like they had come from the back end of the dog, and tasting like ginger-flavored flour. No, I do not often make mistakes in the kitchen, but when I do . . .

We even ventured into the purchase of some small, lidded pottery crocks for soft cheese, although the only kind of soft cheese we have accomplished this far has been by accident. My daughter has made gouda, smoked gouda, cheddar, fennel-flavored cheddar, and a couple of the other more complicated varieties . . . but just cannot get the hang of what is supposed to be the easiest: mozzarella. Aside from the very first batch, which she did from a kit – every other batch has come out disastrously. Once, it emerged from the hot whey bath as a hard waxy yellow baseball-sized bolus; every other time, it’s come out as . . . well ricotta. Something goes wrong, even though the curds form and separate very satisfactorily.

She’s tried the method of heating the curds on the stovetop as she folds them together: they are supposed to go all elastic, and pliable, rather like taffy. No luck. Not even the ‘nuke in the microwave for ten seconds and knead them like bread dough’ has the desired effect. Invariably, the curds granulate and just sit there, sullenly defiant. This has sent my daughter spare with frustration, not being able to conquer what is supposed to be the easiest cheese of all. Every time – it turns into ricotta. Sometimes rather nice ricotta, especially when fresh herbs are added – and of course, we can use, for lasagna, and to fill manicotti and pasta shells, but there is a limit.

I did suggest one day that she follow the recipe for ricotta and maybe it would spontaneously turn into mozzarella.

She so did not learn those words in Catholic school.


Rural in the City

Rural In the City-Voelker Dairy Farm

by Celia Hayes

Within living memory, much of modern, built-up and suburban San Antonio was confined to well within the 410 Loop. I have friends not very much older than myself who can recall Nacodoches Road as a two-lane country road, doddling off into farmlands in the upland north of town, and those friends of my parents’ age remember that the airport was away the heck and gone in the middle of nowhere, and Broadway at 410 was a dirt road. Here and there remain small islands and patches of rural activity: stone and frame houses of an earlier age, surrounded with crumbling outbuildings which once were barns and stables, marooned on a little patch of land while the tide of suburbia has all but engulfed all else.

When I first moved to north-east San Antonio, there was a riding stable on Judson road, next to the Sam’s Club: it is now closed and the land on the market, but there are two more stables which offer boarding and riding lessons that I know of, embedded in established neighborhoods: Oakwell Farms and Turkey Creek Stables. Kind of surprising to encounter these establishments, when tooling down an urban street, but there you are.

Now, one of the most significant rural enterprises remaining within San Antonio is embedded in Phil Hardberger Park, just about where Blanco intersects with the Wurzbach Parkway: more than three hundred acres of undeveloped wood and pastureland which formed the Voelcker Farm – a working dairy farm which was still operating under the original owner until just a decade or two ago. The farmhouse, the original farmhouse, the barns and outbuildings . . . and some urban cows are still there, as part of the park. Just last weekend there was a ‘Dairy Day’ event, aimed at educating children who may be a little uncertain as to where milk actually comes from (you mean, it doesn’t just magically appear in a plastic gallon jug on the supermarket shelf?) and their parents, who may also be a little shaky on the concept.

The old farm complex is right next to the start of a section of the Salado Creek Greenway. Elements of the park and the trail are still under construction, and the older buildings, which are as historic as they are dilapidated, are scheduled for repair and renovation. Certainly one of the barns leans as much to one side as the old frame building on Josephine Street which used to house the Liberty Bar; one good sneeze or the next high wind might bring it down entirely.

The old stone homestead was built onto with a frame addition; even so, it was still pretty small, although at one point in the 20th century it evidently housed someone, as there was a rusting TV antenna attached to the central chimney.Alas, I arrived very late in the event: there was supposed to be a demonstration of milking a cow, and feeding calves, but by ten o’clock the cows were empty and the calves were full. The calves had retreated to an out-of-the-way corner in back of the most dilapidated barn, but the cows were mooching around in front. This, I think, must have been their most interesting day in months, but they didn’t really seem to be interested in it. Cows are not exactly the life of the party animals.

The Alamo Area Master Naturalists were there, handing out information on their classes, and little packets of native plant seeds and bluebonnet seeds, and also some flyers from the National Wildlife Federation, encouraging the planting of locally native plants. According to the Hardberger Park website, one of the long-time goals is to restore the original oak and meadow habitat – which is now quite overgrown with cedars and other invading species.







2011 Christopher Columbus Day Celebration and Festival

Christopher Columbus Day Celebration and Festival 2011

Sunday, October 9, 2011, San Antonio, Texas


Written by Randy Watson

Who: The Christopher Columbus Italian Society of San Antonio, Texas
What: Christopher Columbus Day Celebration
When: Sunday, October 9, 2011 – 11am – 5 pm

Where: Columbus Hall at San Antonio’s “Little Italy”

201 Piazza Italia
San Antonio, TX 78207
Phone: 210-223-8284

Ciao a tutti! Parla come mangi … “Hello everyone! Speak how you eat.”

Italian food is simple, natural, and just plain good. Come see what real Italian food is all about. Speaking Italian and eating Italian is the thing to do at the annual Christopher Columbus Day celebration; Sunday, October 9th, 2011 from 11:00am to 5:00pm at 201 Piazza Italia, San Antonio, TX 78207. Columbus Day was first celebrated on October 12, 1792 to honor the voyage of the Italian explorer Christopher Columbus’ arrival in the America’s in 1492 via a fleet of Spanish ships; the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria. You are invited to join your Italian-American family to celebrate their Italian heritage.

Stop in at San Antonio’s “Little Italy” for an afternoon of fun and an authentic Italian spaghetti and meatball dinner. Homemade, just like Mama used to make, including Italian desserts: cannoli, pizzelle e spumoni gelato, too! Carry out’s are available. (Bring your own carry out containers.) Spaghetti Dinner price: Adults $7.50 and Children $4.00. (Desserts and beverages extra.)

Grazie a tutti… Ci vediamo il 09 di ottobre 2011! Thanks to all… See you all on October 9, 2011!

Enjoy a Taste of Italy! Italian food is as much an everyday food as it is a food for celebrations, and for Italians, breaking bread at the dinner table is part of the family life ritual that transcends generations. (Might as well forget about the 2011 Taste of San Antonio at the Pearl Brewery.)

The Festival is shaping up to be a HUGE EVENT with non-stop entertainment, music, Italian dancers, a car show, arts and crafts vendors, kids games, (including a moonwalk and facepainting), piazza e un torneo di bocce … of course Italian food and more! Mark your calendars! Easy access downtown with plenty of parking. (Near the downtown hospital district where IH-35 meets IH-10; take Martin St to Columbus St. Look for Columbus Park.)

The Christopher Columbus Italian Society is located in downtown San Antonio, along with Columbus Park and the San Francesco Di Paola Catholic Church. The goal of the Christopher Columbus Italian Society is to strive to maintain the Italian heritage, family values, culture and traditions.


Columbus Day Celebration In San Antonio 2010

Created Sunday, 10 October 2010 14:03

Columbus Day Celebration at Christopher Columbus Italian Society

Genuine Italian Spaghetti and Meatball feast Sunday, October 10, 2010, 11-5

Hello everyone! It’s Columbus Day weekend! Columbus Day is Monday, October 11, 2010. It is a Federal Holiday, so mail won’t be delivered, US Government offices across America will be closed. Most bank doors won’t be open. But, most Americans across the nation will be hard at work.

However, on Sunday, October 10, 2010 from 11:00 am to 5:00 pm, the Christopher Columbus Italian Society will be proudly hosting a celebration of Christopher Columbus’ discovery of America in 1492. Head on over to the Italian Hall in San Antonio for a genuine Italian spaghetti and meatball feast with homemade Italian deserts (Canoli, Spumoni, and Pizzelle.) Live music, Italian dancers, a car show, a Bocci tournament, pumpkin carving and pumpkin patch for the kids will be there too.

Also, see the unveiling of “Little Italy District” San Antonio, Texas II Villaggio Vecchia Italia on Sunday. See the scale model of the “Little Italy” project sponsored by the Christopher Columbus Italian Society.

All events are held at the Christopher Columbus Italian Hall, 201 Piazza Italia, near the intersection of IH 10 and Martin Street, San Antonio, Texas. Price: Adults $7.00 children under 7 $5.00 Phone: (210) 223-8284


09-2011 Texas Production and Consumption Indicators

Texas Production and Consumption Indicators

From the Texas Comptroller of Public Accounts: Susan Combs

The cigarette packages taxed number was previously based on cigarette tax collections. The cigarette packages taxed number is now based on the number of cigarette tax stamps sold. All historical cigarette package taxed numbers have been revised to reflect this new method.

Crude oil and natural gas figures are net taxable values. Gasoline gallons include gasohol. Auto sale values are calculated from motor vehicle taxes collected on new and used vehicle sales. All figures are not seasonally adjusted, except for industrial production, leading indicators and employment/unemployment. Figures are based on the most recent available data. Annual figures are for calendar years.

Annual numbers for active oil and gas drilling rigs are the median for that calendar year.


  • Crude Oil, Natural Gas, Motor Fuel, Auto Sales, Cigarettes: Texas Comptroller of Public Accounts
  • Active Oil & Gas Drilling Rigs: Baker-Hughes Incorporated
  • Median Sale Price, Existing Single-family Home: The Real Estate Center at Texas A&M University

For historical data, see Texas Production and Consumption 1989-2009

Date Value of Crude Oil Produced
Value of Natural Gas Produced
Active Oil & Gas Drilling Rigs Gasoline
(Millions of Taxed Gallons)
(Millions of Taxed Gallons)
Median Sales Price Existing Single Family Homes Auto Sales Net Value
Cigarette Packages Taxed
2006 $19,657.5 $19,852.1 746 11,372.8 3,731.6 $143,100.0 $45,756.2 1,280.2
2007 $21,622.1 $18,858.5 832.5 11,624.8 3,886.9 $146,450.0 $48,992.8 1,004.9
2008 $30,631.3 $23,724.4 902.5 11,709.7 3,854.0 $145,850.0 $44,442.4 1,077.0
2009 $18,380.2 $10,021.3 395.5 11,916.3 3,475.8 $143,750.0 $34,792.6 949.9
2010 $26,043.1 $14,768.8 669.5 12,141.8 3,698.1 $146,750.0 $38,797.5 951.2
05/10 $2,007.5 $1,231.6 647 1,002.8 315.8 $148,100 $2,852.6 75.9
06/10 $1,911.5 $1,244.2 663 1,060.4 313.5 $152,300 $3,490.5 81.0
07/10 $2,071.2 $1,134.0 676 1,028.3 319.0 $154,500 $3,460.0 81.2
08/10 $2,153.2 $1,153.5 714 1,034.2 311.4 $153,100 $3,587.7 81.4
09/10 $2,086.2 $1,030.0 721 1,053.6 310.2 $146,800 $3,432.6 87.6
10/10 $2,370.8 $1,133.2 717 1,001.6 318.5 $144,700 $3,325.9 82.4
11/10 $2,413.2 $1,105.6 734 1,031.7 322.2 $146,300 $3,231.1 79.5
12/10 $2,717.4 $1,398.8 746 1,044.4 308.8 $150,800 $3,265.1 71.4
01/11 $2,757.6 $1,404.2 736 962.7 314.8 $139,000 $3,225.5 66.4
02/11 $2,298.9 $1,249.7 747 965.0 304.3 $146,100 $3,265.7 73.8
03/11 $3,135.1 $1,504.8 748 884.4 284.7 $144,000 $3,973.8 91.0
04/11 $3,390.4 $1,653.7 789 1,039.3 336.7 $145,300 $3,422.1 85.2
05/11 $3,354.2 $1,779.6 822 1,006.6 321.3 $149,700 $3,152.2 85.0
06/11 $3,087.2 $1,610.6 839 1,026.9 322.7 $154,400 $3,810.1 88.7
07/11 $3,014.8 858 1,013.5 335.5 $153,200 $3,757.6 67.1
08/11 882 1,016.9 306.2 83.7

Texas Job Creation Outpaces

Real Estate Center Online News
September 23, 2011

Copyright 2011. All rights reserved.


COLLEGE STATION (Real Estate Center) – Texas continues to outperform the United States in job creation according to the Real Estate Center’s latest Monthly Review of the Texas Economy.

The state gained 271,400 nonfarm jobs from August 2010 to August 2011, an annual growth rate of 2.6 percent compared with 1 percent for the United States. Texas jobs created during that period accounted for 21.1 percent of nonfarm jobs created in the nation.

The state’s private sector grew by 284,200 jobs (3.3 percent) compared with 1.6 percent for the U.S. private sector.

Texas’ seasonally adjusted unemployment rate increased to 8.5 percent in August 2011 from 8.3 a year earlier. The nation’s rate decreased from 9.5 to 9.1 percent.

All Texas industries except the information industry and the state’s government sector had more jobs in August 2011 than in August 2010. The state’s mining and logging industry ranked first in job creation followed by the construction, professional and business services, and leisure and hospitality industries.

All Texas metro areas except Abilene and Texarkana had more jobs in August 2011 than a year earlier. Victoria ranked first in job creation, followed by Odessa, Lubbock, McAllen-Edinburg-Mission and Midland.

The report was written by Research Economist Dr. Ali Anari and Chief Economist Dr. Mark Dotzour.



San Antonio Park Greenway

Return to the San Antonio Park’s Greenway

by Celia Hayes

Over last winter and spring, we were in the habit of taking our dogs with us and hiking stretches of the Salado Way – sometimes the portion between the old Voelcker Farm and Huebner Road – or along various lengths between McAllister Park south to where it peters out after crossing Rittiman Road near the north-east corner of Fort Sam. Some day, when all the segments are one long continuous stretch, from the North Side all the way down to the Mission Park on the South side, it will be a fantastic adventure to walk or bike the whole thing. Until that day comes, we’ll just have to pick and choose.

The last time we did this – in May, I think – we went from the McAllister Park trailhead, all the way down to Los Patios restaurant (enjoy dog friendly dining) and back. No, it was not possible to carry enough water for both of us and the dog, and the last half mile or so was an endless, broiling-in-the-sun and not-a-scrap-of shade misery. We gave it up until the cooler weather of fall . . . which, darn it, still hasn’t arrived to the point where we can turn off the AC and open the windows, but at least it rained a bit over the weekend, just when I am about sure that everyone in San Antonio had absolutely forgotten what the stuff looked like.

So on Sunday morning we went to Ladybird Park and walked to Tobin, seeing if there was any water from the rain filling up the various stagnant pools which appear at intervals in the dry-as-a-desert-bone creek-bed, to admire what autumn color there was, if any – and finally, and most importantly, to see if the link underneath 410 had been completed. In the spring, they were just building up the forms for the concrete roadway to go underneath the highway overpass, and link up the two segments of the trail.

Otherwise, one had to make a long trek along the access road to Starcrest Road, cross over and trek back to Tobin Park . . . or what most hikers and cyclists did, which was to pick a careful way down into what was essentially an open storm drain, cross underneath, and scramble up the other side. It was rather icky, picking a way through the trash and the mud and flotsam cast up underneath the overpass. Anyway – we were looking forward to the newly constructed, completely safe, legal and relatively clean passageway and we were not disappointed. It was open, in use, and there were two city workers, collecting up whatever had been washed down in the most recent rain. The far side was beautifully sloped, edged with limestone blocks, and landscaped. What is that strange, lush, green stuff covering the ground? I do believe it is new grass . . . which I have nearly forgotten about.

There were lots of cyclists – this must be one of the favorite venues; certainly one of the few where there is no danger of being walloped by a car or truck, unless you are not paying attention at those few places where it does cross a thoroughfare on the same level. There were some autumn leaves turning to gold, red and brown . . . although in a few cases we were worried that those leaves weren’t an autumn-brown, they were a pining-for-the-fjords, deader-than-doornail brown. So, that was my weekend – what was yours?


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St Helenas Festival on the Hill

Festival on the Hill

by Celia Hayes

One of the things that drew me to the house that I eventually bought when I was first house-hunting in San Antonio in the early 1990s was that although it was the smallest, square-foot-wise of all the houses that I looked at . . . and it backed on a wide green belt that ran between Nacogdoches and O’Connor Roads. My backyard might be only a little wider than the house frontage, and about twelve feet wide – but beyond the fence was the green belt, which made it seem all the larger. Over and beyond the back fence was a good few acres of green and rising ground, crowned by St. Helena’s . . . one of those cubist modern shaped, in pale buff brick, which looks vaguely like a ship.

Over time, the Stahl end of the green belt was sold off and built up, and the Nacogdoches frontage as well, but the bit that surrounds St. Helenas’ remains open – for which I remain extremely grateful, for otherwise I would have someone’s upstairs windows looking straight down into my kitchen, dining room and little back porch from a distance of about thirty feet. And I really like to watch the sunset over St. Helena’s from the back porch, and I couldn’t, if there was another house blocking the way.

So, we’re exceedingly grateful to St. Helenas’ and take a friendly interest in their parish doings, especially when they have their regular autumn festival – which they did this last weekend. It’s an all day and into the evening bash – and we don’t need to look at the calendar, because we could see them on Friday, setting up the stage, and the various pavilions, just by looking out our back windows. Except for a regular local farmer’s market, nothing is more down-home and community than a large church bash of this kind . . . and though I think they were a little hampered by a sudden rain-shower late Saturday afternoon, the live band started playing again as soon as the heavy clouds rolled back a little.

We were there in mid-afternoon, for the kid’s costume contest, a procession of motorbikes and the Knights of Columbus in all their glory . . . and for the most important part for my daughter – the Queen of All Yard Sales – a rummage sale in what we would call the parish hall. I think my daughter and I were the first ones in, since everyone else seemed to be admiring the children in their costumes, and buying tickets for the food and games.

And the Queen of All Yard Sales zeroed in, focused like a laser on one particular item: a Japanese gold luster-ware tea set, with a set of three cups, saucers and plates – and a tea pot, sugar and creamer, which in all her years of snorkeling through local antique shops, she had never ever seen the like. Yes, the cup and saucer combo, but never the pot-creamer-sugar, even though the teapot was so small and the sugar bowl so large, that they were practically the same size. Unadorned, just pale blue on the inside, gold luster on the outside: she hasn’t found anything like it in an afternoon of diligently searching on line.

Me, I have simple tastes: a nice Texas Holiday cookbook for a dollar, like I need another cookbook. And I did get some good pictures: enjoy. That was my Saturday – what was yours?


Lifting the Tomato Growing Curse

Reviving the Garden – Lifting the Tomato-growing Curse

By Celia Hayes

I think, by any measurement, that the enduring tomato-growing curse laid upon my poor innocent back-yard has been lifted. Never mind that we did everything wrong in planting three Topsy-turvy planters: we planted them two a planter with barely-alive generic tomato plants from off the severely-marked-down, one-day-from-being-pitched-into-the-dumpster shelf at Walmart, which we stuffed in the wrong way, forgot to add fertilizer to the plants until we had already filled the container with potting soil (which was the cheap stuff anyway) and didn’t have enough of it to fill all three nearly to the top as directed. And they were leggy and top-heavy plants: we should have kept much of the stem inside the soil. About the only thing we did right was to hang them in a place where they would get plenty of sun for most of the afternoon . . . and since then, to water them without fail, each and every day. After some weeks, the poor half-dead tomato plants began to leaf out vigorously, to produce branches that went first went down, and then up, and put out ever more leaves, and finally scatterings of tiny yellow blossoms. With the San Antonio summer heat being at and over 100, I had begun to wonder as summer wore on, if any of those blooms would actually produce tomatoes. The first year that I had a garden, San Antonio neighbors told me it was too hot for the blooms to ‘set’ . . . so, I had basically what amounted to be an ornamental tomato plant.

About two or three weeks ago, – my daughter spotted a tiny green tomato, about the size of a pea. And then another, and a handful more, to the number of about fifteen, in varying sizes from seed-pearl to the biggest being about the size of a Bing cherry. And there are even more blooms coming out still, so it might be that we will have an avalanche of tomatoes after all, although my fingers are crossed for the safety and continuing ripening of those tiny embryo tomatoes. I would so like that. Fresh tomatoes in salads, mixed with cooked pasta and toasted pine nuts, sliced and dried in the dehydrator, frozen whole – so that one can skin them easily with a vegetable peeler. I can deal happily with a flood of tomatoes, as they have an infinite number of uses. It’s not like zucchini – which, let’s face it – has a comparatively a small number of ways to dish it up: Zucchini pickles, steamed fresh, grated to make a frittata and in zucchini bread. And speak as one who basically likes zucchini, too.

The Topsy-turvy of peppers is doing well, after having been severely pruned by something with very sharp teeth and an appetite for green pepper plant leaves. I moved it to hang from a beam at the very center of the back porch roof, which seems to have made it too much trouble to get at for the predator.

And finally, my daughter found another two Topsy-turvy containers on the marked-down shelf at our local HEB – containers to plant humming-bird attractive plants. So now our back yard is transformed into the fabled Hanging Gardens of Spring Creek Forest, since they two are full of salvias, jasmine and other humming-bird and butterfly delights. And we have already spotted a hummingbird visiting, almost as soon as they were planted, and this morning a Monarch butterfly, doodling around from flower to flower.

FOUND little black dog in San Antonio

A Little Shadow, Who Goes In & Out With Me

FOUND DOG – Stahl Road, San Antonio

by Celia Hayes

Sigh – it’s happened again. My daughter, the Queen of All Yard Sales, went out prospecting this morning to the San Antonio neighborhood on the opposite side of Stahl Road, and returned with a very cute stuffed bear (practically new!) who sat in his own (cheap but cute!) upholstered armchair, which was for sale for the OMG-have-to-have-it price of a whole $3!

And there was another item, accompanying her, upon this expeditionary trip into another neighborhood: something live, black-furred, wiggly and friendly. A small and relatively well-kept dog, about twenty pounds at a guess, somewhat gray about the muzzle – which the Queen of All Yard Sales found, running around in the street, a heavily-trafficked suburban street adjacent to the yard sale – a venue which could easily spell death to small dogs.

We’ve rescued a number of dogs, in our residence here – mostly lost, and now and again dumped.  We can read the whole sad story in their demeanor and behavior. Someone gets a cute puppy, puppy grows up, becomes a handful and not so cute, someone decides not to want to cope with it any longer  . . .  short drive to a likely neighborhood, a quick dump out the door  . . .  and the problem dog becomes someone else’s problem.

I wish we could put people like this in the stocks, so we could throw rotten vegetables at them. Better yet – dump them in a strange town, completely naked and gagged, and let them fend for themselves and find their way home. Dogs are  . . .  well, they are dogs. Thousands of years ago – wolves who decided to throw their lot in with us, to look to us as the leader of their pack of one or two. The love of a dog is the only kind of love that money buys – and sometimes a love that is horribly misplaced.

Not by the little black doggie that my daughter brought back today. There is a  . . .  well, call it an air of those dogs who are truly lost, who have someone who loves them, is doubtlessly missing them; or just discovered that they are missing, and are looking frantically for them. Such are older dogs like this one; well-kept, with manners, house-trained, affectionate and relatively calm; a dog that someone, somewhere is looking for, with increasing degrees of panic. We have got a sense about this, through long experience. The demeanor of the dog tells you so much about where they came from.

Why, oh why do we seem to undertake these rescue missions on weekends? No collar, no tags. He (definitely he and neutered) is about 20 pounds, black fur with a grizzled grey chin. Mixed breed – almost certainly part Shi-Tzu, for the body conformation is the right size and confirmation, although I think there must be something else in the genetic mix. He has a long muzzle, not the google-eyes of a Shi-Tzu or Peke. I am guessing maybe toy poodle, maybe a bit of Scottie, or some kind of terrier. He is inclined to be glued to me – which is what lap-dogs do, they want to be near their chosen person – so I deduce that his person is most likely someone of about my age. If he is chipped, we won’t be able to know until Monday.

If he had tags, we would be able to call his owner; if a rabies tag, then we could call the veterinarian who issued the tag and get a line on his owner;  again – a weekend. We can’t even call Man and Beast, to register that we have found him until Monday.

In the meantime, we have another dog about the house. I confess – I have rather missed the rapid clicky-clicky-clicky-nails sound of a small dog’s toenails, as they follow me about the house.