 Joker would levitate to a height of nearly six feet, emitting a shriek of doggy anguish and pain, chase his tail for a few laps, and then look for the author of his angst. Meantime, Lapa would be legging it as fast as he was able, a drunken swagger of little speed at best, toward a hole in the lath that surrounded the back porch through which he could and Joker could not fit.