My aunt had this big rogue dog,that used to get you wherever you went .
It would jump back in your face.
It had HUGE energy
and evey where you went ,it would pop up and just monopolise it.
In the end we just stopped going round and she died of a stroke.
This could be an allegory ,then again I could be Morgan Freeman.
Notice, she's got a sword in one hand and a book in the other. I could be wrong, but unless bert is deleting your messages for you penelope, it appears as though you've gotten back your deleter. Congratulations. Like I said, only guessing here. ;-)