Saturday, January 15, 2011

Can't even remember her original name

On December 23, 2010, The Evil Puppy moved in.  On December 25th, she decided my christmas tree had to come down all at once.  Probably because she has no soul.  On December 26th, she figured I should toss out my favourite boots.

The Evil Puppy thinks that two hours of unbroken sleep is too much for me.

She thinks the plants have too much soil in the pots, and she thinks I probably get bored at work and need to pick up shredded toys when I get home.  The Evil Puppy thinks the rescue cats should be un-rescued.

Worst of all, The Evil Puppy seems to know she's cute as hell.

5 comments:

Christian said...

Lol, she is beautiful! And hey, I hear they can sense things!

Christian said...

And, check this out. I know you want one :)

900ft Jesus said...

yes, I do want one! I did some rescue/release on and off, even raised a cougar for awhile, but wild critters should stay in, or go back to, if possible, the wild.

I'd still love one of those baby bats, though.

Real_PHV_Mentarch said...

Evil is always cute and seductive, eh?

;-)

Kim said...

You might want to crate her while you're at work for a bit. Probably a high energy dog that needs intensive training. Why is it they always pick your favouite footwear? Probably that irrististable smell of your feet, strongest in your most comfortable footwear! Grrrr! Seriously, if you growl at them in their own language and use pack mentality to your advantage, they respect you more. So beautiful! Such a challenge!