Sunday, February 25, 2007

Thoughts on Hillary & Barak

Everyone expects the fur to fly when there is a struggle to determine the new Leader of the Pack. (I myself am a veteran of several battles for dominance, some of them, indeed, ongoing). The point to remember is that the pack is not offended by the idea of asserting dominance, rather, it is troubled by the stasis of a lingering stalemate between contenders. In a stalemate, the pack chooses the strongest, even fiercest candidate, e.g., the wolf cub that puts her big furry foot in the face of her rival, on her way to the top of litter (ah, sweet memories . . . ). Hillary: keep putting your big furry feet on the faces of your opponents! It was the (Alpha) role you were born to play. Nobody wants you to play any other. Hallie

PS If you are still in office when I am old enough to make a run myself, watch out! I won't hesitate to cull you from the herd . . . Hallie

Saturday, February 24, 2007

An Early Mid-Afternoon Nap (The More You Know)

After going for a stroll through my territories and domains, I like to return to my den and wolf down as much meat as possible. Then I like to take a few moments to remind my monkey-person that he is subordinate to me, preferably by trying to nip his ears bloody. Once I've checked these to-do items off my list, I find that I like to nap for a time. Like, maybe, six or seven hours (see above). Hallie

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Report on a Victory

Oh, Fernando thought he could wrestle the stick from me. Suck hind-tit, Pittsburgh Animal Friends "Mr. October" 2007! I seized the stick from him with my powerful jaws and more powerful Will to Dominate. Then I chewed on the stick. Then I chewed on it some more, from a different angle. Then I demanded a treat from my monkey-person. And then I demanded a treat from his monkey-person. Bowing to my majesty, both disgorged meat. I give this walk an A+ ! Hallie

Rough Night

Monday, February 12, 2007

A Dream

I dreamt that I was chauffeured to an apartment where a throng of my extended pack sung my praises, wished me a long life and gave me meat. Then, I dreamt that I stood on my monkey-person's lap and ordered those gathered to make this a once-a-month event. Then, in my dream, I blacked out in a food coma. And in that coma, I dreamt . . . that I was chauffeured to an apartment . . . Hallie

Monday, February 5, 2007

Thoughts on -3 Degrees

I love it I love it I love it I love it!!! Hallie

Friday, February 2, 2007

A Reply to My Critics

Do not slip or become otherwise injured or lame while I am out for a walk . . . Hallie

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Standing By My Monkey-Man

Big mouth = big jaws. Biden still has the most powerful jaws of anybody in the pack. You need a strong set of jaws to assert your dominance, er, leadership. Trust me, I know! Hallie