The friend has a dog.
So. . . she wasn't thinking clearly and just let S.F. into the house with her. These are good friends, people whose house you can sort of walk into unannounced and yell "Hey get out of the shower we're here!"
(wouldn't that be annoying, though?)
Anyway, the Matron walked in with the demon and her son, and put her purse on the floor.
Whereupon Scruffy immediately lifted his cloven hoof and PEED IN/ON HER PURSE.
She thinks this pretty much sums up her relationship with that dog.
Funny how the five remaining pounds of Easter chocolate might just be left conveniently in his dog dish tonight.