The Christmas Dinner

Sigh!  My Wolfette is such a wonderful cook.  She does have problems with little girls with red hoods.  She says they're too sweet for the main course.

Anyway, our pack has taken over Club United on Sat. nights and we have a howling good time. Next Sat.night I shall be working on a way to blow down the Li'l Piggies' new brick house.  Those Li'l Piggies make such a good Christmas dinner.  We tried a super-powered leaf blower, but all it accomplished was a quick flight to the nearest tree.  The vet says my back brace can come off next week. So I'm thinking of using something with a little more bite - maybe dynamite or nitro.  Time will tell.  Hopefully Luci, the club's owner, will have plenty of money for repairs after testing.

Next week is Christmas on the human calendar.  Kind of strange that we wolves celebrate the birth of a human who was also God when over half of the humans don't know that He came to pay the price for their mess up.  Guess we'll never understand humans.  Anyway, I'm waiting for Santa to visit the Wolf Shack and deliver 18 sides of venison on the hoof.  Yum!  One even has a cherry on top!

Well - as I said after turning into a horse the last time Titan was full (Yes - I'm a were horse),
"May the horse be with you."