Cat in Heels

There have been better weekends than the past one I just had. It started out well enough. Food, festivals, a bunch of crap to do, and poof, it would probably be over before it really started. That's generally how weekends go. By Saturday afternoon it was rolling along at warp speed, just as predicted, when it came to a screeching halt as I walked in the door in the middle of the afternoon to find my entertainment center torn apart, cords all over the place, wood littering the floor in front of the door where the frame splintered, and more missing electronics. As I surveyed the damage, ushered people out of the house, and all I could think of was my dog Thor, who was home through the whole thing. He may not be a watchdog, but he guarded the shoes.  Apparently a chihuahua isn't a good deterrent to thieves, even if he is a freakishly tall 11 pound dog who loves shoes. Luckily (is it lucky?) there really wasn't a lot taken. It was a small hit that went after electr...