The Return of the White Wolf
The wolf prowls among us. Growing larger every day. Hungry for meat.
Mans best friend.
A dogs dog, a gentledog. Well cultured.
Few canine can appreciate a finely grilled NY stip or Lobster tails. ByTor knows the difference between a low grade grocery store cut and the finest a meat market can provide.
I wish he would share.
Because,
That puppy chow gets stuck in my teeth.
He sits in the lap of luxury. Well nice laps if I may.......
Bird dog. (No comments Diablo...) Chases the fowl around like a school ground game.
Summers sudden arrival in Mitch Chee Gon has proven his Nort'n heritage.
He is up well before dawn when the cool country air is calling.
I love him.
His yips and yaps and now the deep howls,
I love him.
The throaty lonesome yelps
I love him.
So do alot of others.....
Hims a good pup
just over 6 months.
The wolf prowls.................
posted by Libby Gone™ | 8:31 PM
5 Comments:
Him is beauuuuuuuuuuutiful! Has he discovered ditch-diving or neighbor's ponds yet? If so, I hope he likes baths too. ;o)
You loves him; him loves you too!
Good doggie. Thanks for sharing.
This blog of yours is really going to the dogs...
Hungry for meat?
Flesh being that of which we desire?
Or the flesh that feeds and makes us act like uncivilized animals during the chase?
Hunger?
Hunger for the addiction, which causes us to falter, or the hunger, which gives us the determination to succeed?
There is a beast within us all, always on the prowl for the next commiseration.
Identify your flesh.
Marge, Thanks as always!
Camo, Well one dog at least, but he is worth it.
IG TLA, So many questions!
The desire is all consuming. The pursuit of knowledge inescapable. The chase is the hunters calling.
My calling.
The uncivilized beast is the Animal I have Become. Falter and Failure do not exist in my vocabulary. I can do anything.
Nice looking pup there, Libby Gone!
My Jack Russell is a little over a year old now and has been a source of countless laughs and surprises.
Somehow a young woodchuck got into his backyard yesterday. He played with it for a awhile until my wife went to see what he was doing behind the archery target. When she got there, he thought she was going to take his toy away and he grabbed it and broke it's neck. It weighed nearly as much as he does (twenty pounds), but wasn't up to the challenge...
Haven't seen a mole in the backyard for two years now.
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