I've figured it out... Satin was/is the little devil that sits on your shoulder and tells you to do naughty things. It would explain why Vixen is insane AND it would completely make sense as to why D thinks it's kosher to pee in the basement and Saffy chewed up two shoes this morning. Yes two, one from one pair and one from another pair. One was a pair of shoes that were ready to get tossed, the other, unfortunately was my witchy heeled boots. Yes, I still have three dogs and no one became a sweater... but dang it. Out Satin OUT!