It All Comes Down To This

It's been a rough week. My dog, Fly, has been obsessively licking and gnawing at the injury she incurred last week when she ran over a nail sticking out of the end of one of the greenhouses that we sold. I had to cancel a much desired vacation in the interest of being a responsible adult and saving money. The anti-inflammatory Fly has to take gives her gas, the rankness of which I had not known dogs were capable of achieving. It's cold and the firewood won't stay lit.

Never one to take life's mishaps sitting down, I've turned to Nora as a beacon of hope. If something so small and fuzzy can rise to the challenge and say, "Oh, so you don't think cats can play the piano? PUH-LEEZE! Small-minded peon!", then so can I. Enjoy the show!