A possesed dog

Meet Bella, my 6 month old puggle. Adorable huh? About 12 pounds now, the most loving loyal dog I have ever had. Minds her own, doesn't leach herself to you like most puppies. She is a great...BIG 12 pounds of pure terror. Well why, you ask. She leaves me in fear to come home and take in all the damages that have occurred in my absence. Once we left her in complete confidence the 80 pound dog downstairs was sure to tear up his part of this house and te tiny 1o pound bundle of cuddles would lay on the bed and nibble on her bone, eat bon bons and watch some TV, much to our surprise. We come home to an entire bedroom in shambles, a huge moving box turned over and all its contents spread on the floor, a laundry hamper turned over, a night stand completely flipped and drawers empty and one empty glass that once contained some leftover white Russian...and well one drunk doggie.
The worst part of it all is, it is so hard to even be mad at her. When she ate my brand new Uggs.. I wanted to kill her... but within seconds she sucked me back in with her viciously cute eyes and ended up getting cuddles. When she ate half the wall... I wanted to send her to mexico then she pouted and made ME feel like I ate the wall. When she ate 3 pair of my daughters brand new shoes... I wanted to make a purse out of her... but then she wagged her tail and she wagged her way back into my heart.
All in all everyone at some point wants to kill their 4 legged terror, but when its all said and done their puppy dog eyes wins us over every time.