For weeks now, I’ve been hearing my neighbors from across the ravine hollering to their young daughter, Natalie. I’ve never seen these people, but the sound carries pretty clearly.
“Nat, get out from under the car, it’s time to go.” “Natalieee! Don’t go peepee in the road sweetie!“ “Oh my god, Josh–get Natalie! She’s running after a deer.”
I’ve been over here like “damn, this kid is wild…bold…fabulous…”
I finally went over to the other side of the ravine today, and in doing so I discovered that Natalie is, in fact, a beagle. I’m crushed.