I love the wonderful painting of your wolf portrait. Did you do it? I can't remember who set it up. I think it was MaryAnn and Ledger gave us a hand. I hope Teargen isn't made at me for using it so much. I have noticed he has used it about 20 times. I will drop him a note and thank him, but I'm afraid he'll make me cry. I cry easily. That is why I don't understand some of the animal neglect stories. I guess I wrote them because I wanted people to know what is really going on up their noses.
I love the color of the wolf's eyes. The one we had in the Animal Forest, Craig may have weighed 200 pounds. He had extremely long legs, a large body, a beautiful coat of a mixuter of silver gray and outer hair of long black top coat. I swear, I'll bet he could wear my saddle.
But he was very sneaking and untrustworthy. We had to lock them all up in the feeder cages and then we would be able to carry the food down the later. He ate dry dogfood, canned dogfood and Nebraska, which is basicly ground up horse guts. For snacks or showing them off, I would throw a couple of chicken backs in the pen and watch them jump up in the air and snapp them down. I never trusted them anyway. There was something about the way they walked, how they would glare at me with those yellow eyes and even tried pulling Beverly through a small hole where we clipped on the food pan.
Keep writing, my friend,
I have a feeling you will make a great writer. You pay a lot to attention a descripion and I hate details. What a pair. I think that would work well. Of course I want to meet all of y'all. You just struck me with your great port.
Read "Top Hat Hits the Trail."
I promise you will love this one. It was as much fun as grappling with a 14 foot gator.