Well...the devil came down to Georgia. She was looking for a fight....

Sadie and I are in Georgia this weekend visitng my sister, her husband and their twin baby girls. And their beagle dog. And their dying cat. And all I kept thinking on my way down was that song. I think it should be Sadie's theme song. We pulled into the drive and she was already screaming. It's not really a bark, it's a scream. Bridgett could hear it all the way inside her house, and yet Sadie was still in my car. Neighbors were out and everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the screaming white Tahoe rounding the corner. All I can do is look at them with mere exhaustion on my face and try to muster up a smile. And a wave. While a little tiny blue dog is bouncing up and down, ears perked, barely peeking over the car door up to the window, and just screaming. Screaming. She knows where she is. I let her out of the car, and she falls from trying to run faster than her short little legs will go, screams her way up the stairs to the front door, then literally stumbles her way up the stairs in their house where yes....the devil came down to Georgia. She was looking for a fight.