Well, today is the day.

As I reported to you last week, the TharpSter Pit Bull has been holed up in veterinary hell in order to extricate a whole load of pillow stuffing from her stomach and bowel.

Now, after several days of recuperating, Hope is ready to come home.  We plan to pick her up later after work.

Meanwhile, Faith the TharpSter Treadmill has been as happy as she can be in her role as the HBIC.

Suffice to say, Faith and Hope haven’t really gotten along in the last year.

This afternoon, I went home for lunch just to make sure Faith was doing alright.  While I was there, Faith opted to stay outside and take in some sun.

No problem there.

Fortunately, the evil squirrels and cats which frequent the compound had chosen to meet for a group luncheon at Chili’s, so Faith had the yard to herself.

But then, it came time for me to leave.

As expected, I had to coax Faith back into the house.  She begrudgingly came inside and followed me to the door.  It was almost like she knew what was going to happen in a matter of hours.

As I opened the front door and cautioned her to stay back, she just looked at me soberly and found her voice.

That’s right, people.

Faith spoke.

She’s been with us for five and half years, and only now she’s opted to communicate with us in a language we could understand.

In clear, perfect English, Faith asked me a question.

“You’re not going to bring that bitch back home, are you?”