Pookatally

Pooka is a WMD. Yes, she could destroy an entire continent, if she so desired. Can dogs laugh? If so, Pooka was laughing her freakish little canine head off at me last night.

I put her in the kennel before I left for work. I came home from work. The kennel was empty and Pooka was at the door to greet me wearing the proverbial "shit-eating" grin under her Dobby-like ears.

Beyond her, the living room was in shambles. There were books everywhere in various stages of being devoured. There was an egg carton minus its eggs. There were letters and cds and cooking utensils and coasters and even a chocolate dessert that I had tucked safely away ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE.

No, she is not just hungry. There was a 20 lb. bag of dogfood in the kitchen that was completely untouched. This isn't about having the munchies; it's about establishing who's in control. Pooka wants to be the Big Kahuna.

Now, I am a patient sort; in fact, I would imagine I've endured a tad bit more from Pooka than most people would from a dog. I've had her for 4 months, and someone should warn Pooka that I am on my very last thread of patience.

If Pooka has another go at testing me, the next blog I write will be titled The Last Laugh.