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.