The sound of quiet. Oh how lovely a afternoon it was. The cats asleep in my lap, a hot tea at my side, my favorite book, and of course at my foot my lovely little dog Trouble. I had just anxiously begun reading the next chapter in my book when my quiet afternoon exploded. The door bell rang!!

Trouble jumped from the floor directly on top of my lap scaring the cat who then leaped from my lap on top of my side table spilling my lovely hot tea everywhere. Trouble continues to bark and I try to stand from my comfortable oversized chair and my feet become tangeled in the lap blanket and I fall to the floor. By this time I started to yell at Trouble, guiet, quiet and managed to get off the floor , stand , grab Trouble and put him in his crate, all before the second ring of the doorbell. I took a deep breath straightening by clothes as I walked to the door and when I opened the door, there it was, a small package the size of a shoe box left at my door . There was no person to hear the dog barking, the cat hissing, or me screaming and yelling for my life. But on the bright side during this chaotic outburst of calamity I got my new shoes.