by Holly Haverstick

Created on: August 08, 2009   Last Updated: August 10, 2009

What goes around comes around, believe me. It might take fifty years, but some day you're going to pay for putting that frog down your sister's dress. Remember that? Karma does. And apparently it remembers the wicked maneuver I once pulled. I sure do regret that, whatever it was.

Mistake number one, I fell asleep on the couch. After a long day, I was finally comfortable (and comatose). So despite my husband's best efforts, the couch was where I was going to stay. Mistake number two, the couch was where I was going to stay.

It seemed like an OK idea at the time. It was dark, lonely, and quiet. Perfect. The dogs were sprawled out across the living room floor, and the couch was all mine.

I remember glancing at Keesha before I closed my eyes. She was by the door, curled up in a tight, gray and white ball. She looked so precious and innocent; I couldn't help smiling at her like I do my daughter. She's beautiful - so similar to a wolf pup, yet her eyes are the epitome of 'puppy dog.' And that's how she gets you. She looks angelic, all fuzzy and cute, but I swear she's evil. And this hound from hell has her own agenda. She wakes me up every night - sometimes twice - with a paw to the head or a muzzle to the eye. Sometimes she has to go out, other times I think she does it just for fun.

Anyway, I must have been dreaming about chocolate last night. Or money. Maybe Kisses wrapped in twenties. Whatever it was, no smack in the head was taking me away from it. I was oblivious to Keesha's torture-techniques. So she came up with a new approach: biting.

With my eyes still closed, I stumbled toward the door, assuming she had to go potty. A few steps later, I realized she already did.

So there I am - partly awake but mostly asleep - with one bare foot on the hardwood and the other in a Keesha-concoction.

I hopped to the bathroom, jolting myself a little closer to consciousness with each bounce. This was no good - I wasn't ready to wake up yet. (Evident by my lack of coordination when I tried to balance myself.) With one foot in the tub, I turned on the hot water expecting to get hot water. What I got, though, was icy and cruel. All I wanted to do was go back to sleep, but two shocks to the system in a matter of seconds weren't exactly a lullaby.

On my way back to the couch, Keesha decided to play 'chase the shuffling feet' (a.k.a. 'let's trip the human'). I tried to deter her by turning off the light, but it didn't work. In fact, that was my next mistake. I stepped on

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