One of the neighbors has a little black Lab puppy named Stanley who's a couple of weeks older than Kharma. Stanley's been visiting regularly in the mornings, afternoons, evenings, just anytime he sees our three outside and Kharma, Shiva and he have a ball playing in the wading pool I keep in the yard for the dogs. Shiva's in her element, rolling on her back with puppies clambering all over her, nipping and gnawing at her or running around playing tag with the two little ones. Bimmer supervises and makes sure no one gets into too much trouble. Stanley's learned, though, that Kharma isn't to be trifled with. She's a little spitfire, and will go after him full speed ahead if she decides she wants to assert herself. She bowls him right over, and if he tries to run away, well, as the Borg would say, "Resistance is Futile." Stanley was over here playing yesterday morning and Herbie, his "daddy" had to go somewhere so Stanley had to go home. Well, being a puppy having all sorts of fun, Stanley didn't want to go, so Herbie had to come and get him. Stanley was quite wet and muddy, by the way. Herbie and I talked a bit and he told me about his experience with the Three Amigos the other evening. He was outside with the grill, but had left his door open (uh-oh) and the dogs were all playing together. Herbie wasn't paying a lot of attention (double uh-oh) and the dogs just kind of did their thing, playing and wallering, disappearing and reappearing. (Always a bad thing when three puppies disappear together!) After about twenty minutes or so, Herbie told me he went back inside to get something and noticed there was garbage from one end of his trailer to the other. Then he noticed the slipcover was pulled off the couch, along with all the pillows and some of the cushions. The coffee table was completely cleared of all clutter. Then he noticed the bathroom towels arranged artistically down the hallway. Then he noticed that the towels were closely followed by all the sheets and pillows off the bed. All this was punctuated by three sets of muddy paw prints scattered here and there. Bimmer, poor responsible baby, had been sitting next to the porch, guarding the grill. Whether he was guarding it to keep the other three out, or guarding it to be the first to get treated is up for speculation, but at least he didn't participate in the carnage. I thought the man was going to hurt himself laughing when he told me about it. Herbie was definitely a good sport about the whole thing, remarking that he hoped the dogs had as much fun as it looked like they'd had. Herbie can't find his checkbook now. My money says Kharma hid it somewhere. She's got a real talent for making things disappear. She hides everything!