Whut ha' happend was...

 One gusty November night in Atlanta (where it was still 75 degrees), a young girl sat at home with her dogs and her schoolwork. Her tailless, heathen cat was meandering through the front yard, returning from torturing some innocent, adorable, and rather unlucky creature. Inside, the fans were on and the windows were open, letting in the fresh air that smelled just like autumn would smell, only warmer.

Delia knows that she's about to be yelled at for pouncing Lucy. She does it anyway.

The girl looked up from her studies, and watched as her Australian Shepherd puppy bounced through the house, and bounced up on the great Dane that was trying so terribly hard to sleep on the couch, and bounced over to the front window. There she half-yelped, half-growled at the heathen cat, despite having  met her 1,000 times before. Strangely, the puppy still can't quite figure out what the cat is or how to react to her. The great Dane raised her head, wondering if perhaps, finally, the puppy actually managed to discover some potential threat (like a rogue squirrel, or a family of pedestrians, or a car that stopped within 100 yards of the house, or a Gila monster). The puppy looked back, grinning and open-mouthed as if to say , " Oh my god, bark-yelp-growling is FUN!!! Why don't we make noise more often?! Look at all the stuff outside! I want to bark at everything and see if it moves!! "

The puppy whipped around and went back to her excited grumbles. The Dane just stared for a minute, eyes half-closed as her brain struggled to wake up and figure out what just happened. She looked at the girl, who shrugged her shoulders. The Dane then put her head back down, deciding that sleep was more important, and started snoring softly.

The girl smiled to herself. Her little, furry family was hysterical. She turned back to her studies. They had been taking up the majority of her time for what felt like years, but was really only a matter of months. When she wasn't studying, she was looking for a job. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she thought to herself, "If only my bills could learn to pay themselves."

She decided to stop distracting herself with thoughts of bills speaking to themselves ("Here's that $100 that's due. Why, thank you. My pleasure."), and thoughts of her dogs getting jobs and contributing to the house ("Lucy is so big, she could start a grocery-carrying service, and Delia could power the house by running on a shepherd-sized hamster wheel...."), and thoughts of the tragic demise of her social life. Back to work. Always back to work.

But maybe, one day, she'll be able to get back to that blog she had so much fun writing.

xoxo