Alice Visits Dallas

I'm glad Alice is home after four days in Dallas. Everything feels right with the world again. Balanced.
While she was away, I made the the acquaintance of two fuzzy kittens who thought I would be a new mother to them. They followed me everywhere. Wanted to find milk, maybe? Good luck! I'm a male dog!!!
Alice told me about the dogs she saw in Dallas. All were at the Meadows Museum. A pop-eyed black spaniel sitting on a lady's skirt in a tapestry made for a Spanish King - a king unable to keep Napoleon out of Spain. Exit said King to Rome, says Alice.
She looked a long time at the picture of Michol and the pets under his charge. They all look at bit too stiff. Something is wrong. What? It's not just they are all much too stiff. It seems they are worried they are not truly loved. Not truly cared for by anyone but each other. They are holding on to each other quietly. Furtively.
Downstairs at the Meadows, a book about economics from the 1600s caught Alice's eyes. She also stared at one about instructions to a Mr. Ugarte headed off northwest of Mexico City to convert the local Indians to Christianity. The instructions focused on winning their hearts with corruption instead of the sword. Hmmmm, says Alice.
But also downstairs was a portrait of a lady dressed up as a gypsy with a pink silk skirt under rows and rows of black tassels. She was quite the lady - and a business women too who made a bit of money from pine resin products. Her husband stared from the other side of the exhibit room. Hard to read what he was thinking. But she - she looked so balanced on her two small feet, skirts high enough to go up and down any stairs without tripping on the skirt. Rather daring and high for her time!