Jim never liked Aunt Sarah. The woman was nothing more than an over-dramatic drama queen. Her visits always went the exact same; she'd arrive, banging heavily on the door and not letting up, until she was let in. No matter how much he'd yell that he was coming. Then once the door was flung open, she would immediately leave all of her possessions in his hands. Forcing him to carry all of her bags, filled with clothes that she wouldn't need, considering the nature of such a short trip. Frustrated at himself, he would slowly drag the heavy bags upstairs to the guest room. Then she would screech, loudly, for him to come downstairs. Begrudgingly, he would carry himself downstairs, where the old woman would point a bony finger at him and say something along the lines of:

"Jim! You must see to it that those dogs don't dirty the house!"

Or...

"Don't you know that those filthy creatures do nothing, but spread disease!"

And sometimes...

"My poor babies! Keep those monsters away from Si and Am!"

The woman had a special resentment towards the dogs. He couldn't help, but wonder how they felt whenever she would start ranting about them, even though nothing at all had happened. The rest of her stay was filled with much of the same; more screaming, complaining and ranting.

All that was why he was currently leaned against the wall, head in his palms as he hoped that the phone call he'd just recieved had been a dream of some sort.

"Hello?"

"Good morning Jim."

Inwardly he had groaned. "Good morning Aunt Sarah."

"It is quite a lovely day today, is it not?"

"I suppose it is...and is there any particular reason you're calling on this lovely day?" He gulped and crossed his fingers behind his back, mentally he prayed that this was a simple call, one that she had made just for the sake of checking in on things.

"I just wanted to call, to check in on things over there." A silent sigh of relief passed through his mouth. "And also to inform you that I'll be arriving for a visit later today, at say around 2 o' clock?" He bit his tongue to stop himself from screaming out loud.

"Alright then." He spoke through grinded teeth. "I'll be sure that I'm at home around that time."

"Oh yes- you make sure about that and please ensure that those wild dogs of yours' ar-"

"I'm coming Darling! Oh I would love to talk further, but duty calls!"

Pinching himself on the arm, he disappointingly realized that there was no way any of that phone call could have been a dream. Looking at the phone before him, he cursed it out for no good reason.

"Jim? What's wrong?"

Jim sighed long and hard, looking at his wife. Lady was sitting obediently right behind her.

"Aunt Sarah has just informed me that she'll be coming over to visit this afternoon." He said, as tamely as he could manage.

At that statement, Lady immediately scampered out of the room. Sometimes he could swear that the dogs knew exactly what he was saying. In his head, he imagined Lady going off to tell Tramp the news, who would in turn announce it to his children.

Darling was none the wiser at his despair. "Why that's wonderful. I'll start preparing a lunch. What time does she arrive?"

"Darling." Jim said firmly. "I will never understand how you put up with that woman. I will never understand how you use to live with her as a child."

"Oh Jim, she's really not as bad as you make her out to be."

"You're right actually, she's not that bad." He conceded, while walking away. "She's worse than even that."