Maggie walked three of her teacup bulldogs along the sidewalk, humming a Celtic-pop-punk song that had been popular when she was in her teens. She had her blog, she had her dogs, and she'd met someone interesting. Life was pretty great at the moment. There were no zombie forecasts on the news when she woke up. And best of all, vampires were real.
Basically, the world was her playground.
Waffle, a fat little brindle, was content to be tugged along on a black-and-neon-pink skateboard that Maggie had bought for the purpose of bulldog outings, while Butch and Cujo bounced along just behind her, snorting and drooling happily in their harnesses. Maggie paused and swapped Waffle for Cujo, who didn't mind at all. Waffle, however, scrambled to climb back on the now-moving skateboard. "Oh, don't complain," Maggie told the dog. "You had your turn."