And She’s Not Even Old Enough To Vote!

I got home from work Wednesday evening, knowing

Who could subject this face to hours of the RNC?

my dog would be delighted to see me. She had been cooped up in her kennel all day. I had left the radio on for her, for company.

When I walked in the door, I was greeted with a piteous round of howly singing  from my Husky girl. She doesn’t usually do that in greeting, even when I’ve been gone all day, so I wondered for a brief moment what was wrong.

Then I realized — I had left the radio turned to NPR, and Jinxsie had spent the last however-many hours listening to the Republican National Convention. No wonder the poor baby was howling!