We recently took Taffy to the Carcross Desert, where she became possessed by the soul of a recently slaughtered chicken—or so I thought after watching her random rambunctiousness. After she ate some dirt to aid with the digestion of some foliage, however, I became absolutely sure of it.

But by the time we got home and the authories had arrived, all that remained of her odd behavior was a nervous twitch, and that only came about when they inspected a certain spot on her belly. And as if the days events weren’t strange enough already, she seemed to be actually enjoying herself.