There was an old dilapadated oak in front of her house the kind that electricity attracts. In the rear, was a wind-blown shed made of aluminum. Behind the shed were woods and marsh land. She had lived there for 81/2 years with her husband,her son and two daughters.
She was a bit of an eccentric. ALWAYS HAD BEEN ONE since her dream 5 of connubial bliss had left her some 22 years ago. And as you know, anyone can tell you that 22 years of relative self-imposed solation from family anf friends can develop certain definite character traits.~
In her 25th year inhabiting the house, her husband had gone off to parts unknown, her two daughters had married and relocated on the opposite coast within twenty minutes of each other and her son had died in the Gulf War. So, you see, she had the house to herself and she foraged about it daily.
Her one visitor was in search of sustanence as she hated to go to the store and would often resort to eating dog food which she mail ordered. She had no dog nor cat nor any type of domestic animals residing with her but she lived on a fixed income and ordering dog food not only kept her out of the grocery stores but was cost-saving.

On the morning of the anniversary of her 26th morning inhabiting her white Colonial, the doorbell rang. At first, she was not going to answer the doorbell but then she remembered that it was delivery day for her mail-ordered dog food and so she got up from her perch on the couch.
There was a man at the door but it was not the postman. However, before she could close the door in her unwanted face, she noticed that he had jammed the entrance way with his STETSONS.
Howdy, mam, now don't go about shutting that door until you hear why I've come. My dogs are tired, may I come in and sit a spell

No, you may not and how can your dogs be tired when you dont have any dogs with you
The young man held up his left boot ans said this here was one of my dogs
Why, they are your feet, young man, not a dog in the slightest
Mam, these here are my dogs and they need to rest. I been all about this neighdorhood before I spotted your Jeffersonian. My what?
Your home,your Jeffersonian
And you now belong to me
Gladly, she said, come to my bed but first have a piece have a dog meat for your dogs.

-anna-