It all began when my baby sister, Miss Sophie Peach, didn’t have anything fun to do on New Year’s Eve. It’s her first New Year’s with us and I felt rather sorry for the little waif. Even though memories of my wonderful New Year’s Eve date with Miss Leila Elizabeth, my heart throb, kept running through my mind. I just felt so sorry for Sophie Peach. She’s only been here about eight months and doesn’t know very many other dogs because she is so shy. Also, Mom and Dad won’t let her date yet because she’s still just a wee one. So, I bit the proverbial bullet and ask her if she would like for me to take her out to dinner on New Year’s Eve. She was so excited! So much so that I knew I had certainly made the right decision. Sometimes one must give up one’ s personal enjoyment for the benefit of another.
I made a reservation for two at Café King’s Rook. I must admit that I ask for a corner table because part of me hated the thought of being out on a “date” with my baby sister. Being magnanimous only goes so far. After all, I had no idea how she would behave.
I told her that we would leave the house at about 7 o’clock, I was definitely going to make it an early evening, so that I might later meet up with some of my friends.
I waited for Sophie in the entrance hall when lo and behold she descended the stairs looking like Alice in Wonderland gone amok. Either that, or she was trying to pick up another galaxy with her new “radar” headgear. She was so proud of the way she looked that I didn’t have the heart to say anything to her, but mom saw my expression. She told me, quietly, that she had worn a similar outfit one summer, while visiting her cousin on the North Shore in Massachusetts, when she was a little girl.  Her cousin had been kind enough to take her out one evening and she knew that her “head gear” had embarrassed him terribly.  Mom said that through the years she’d felt bad about it, because she loves him so much, and she hated that she had put him in an uncomfortable situation.

I was certainly feeling his pain about now.

It was obvious that I would just have to tough it out, knowing that Sophie Peach thought she looked beautiful and wanted me to be proud of her. Which basically I was… but I have my limits.
We arrived at Cafe’ King’s Rook and were escorted to a beautifully appointed table for two.

I immediately ordered a nonalcoholic bottle of champagne in hopes of, well, you know.
Since dogs don’t drink, or shouldn’t, and because our champagne was nonalcoholic, it was permissible for Sophie Peach to have some. But, I think the bubbles went straight to her head! Jumping Jehoshaphat! The next thing I knew she was IN the champagne bucket!

I wondered if there was enough champagne in the restaurant to get me through this dinner. I ordered another bottle and had them put the bucket by me.


Sophie Peach got up to go to the ladies room which gave me a moment to compose myself.


Interestingly, when she came out, she had traded her ridiculously big bow, with someone else, for an adorable fascinator.

The evening was looking up.

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Well, at least until she started singing “Auld Lang Syne” and it was only 8:30!

Unfortunately for me, the kitchen was very slow which made our dinner terribly delayed. I guess one could say that the pressure left me, in my “cups”! ( A term used “back in the day” for inebriated)

Another hour passed and I wasn’t sure if we were ever going to be served our dinner!
The restaurant supplied party horns and glasses. I finally put the glasses on in hopes that no one would recognize me.


And it was a good thing, because before I knew it, Sophie was again singing  and this time it was that Janis Joplin song , “Oh Lord won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz”.




Happy 2016!