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."
Wolfy
ReplyDeleteSaturday was an interesting day here in Wolfy's Woods. Our pack was at Club United trying to decide how to blow down the li'l piggies' new brick house (with the crack-house door) when the DJ showed us a huge A-bomb. I inspected it, looking for a fuse I could light to test it, but all I found was a bunch of yummy looking wires inside it. I began gnawing.
Suddenly I was singing (well - howling) with this bunch of angels with no memory of how I got there. I looked around and noticed this delicious looking bunny angel. Two quick bounds (I'm quite athletic as well as humble) and I pounced on her. Then they threw me out! Those angels are strong and not very gentle!
I landed back in the club and found that I had wings and a halo. They were glowing green and my tail had no fur and was smoking. Furthermore, the club was a wreck. I never did find out who made the mess, but Luci (the owner) was staggering around yelling, "Who's gonna pay for this mess?"
My mind is uaually sharp as a rack - uh - tack, but I'm not too sure what happened for the next couple of days. But I do remember a fantastic Mad Max event the following Monday. My dreamy Wolfette looked wonderful even in rags. And our fur is growing back quickly.
P.S. This is terrible - Luci is standing over me with a rolled-up New York Times Sunday edition yelling that I have to clean up and rebuild the club. Somebody rescue me! :(