Eighteen years ago, on 6/11/2002, Pooka came home as a "very temporary" foster...at least, that is what I told Stan. I swore to him that I would have her potty issues resolved within a month at the most (snicker, snicker). But Smudge and I had very different plans for our wonderful Lady PookaDot. And, quite honestly, Pooka knew how to suck up to the hold-out. Within just a few days, Stan would come home from work and call out, "where is my beautiful girl, where is my babydoll," and damn it, he wasn't looking for me.
Anyway, here she is: