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Friend Cleo

I am gratified that my (Beta) friend Cleo remains in close touch with me on my blog. I mean, who would have thought it? After how superior aloof she was around me just because her monkey man, Frank, also happens to be God? Times change. Cleo misses my essential vitality. And I've become more dignified when I assert my dominance. Some day, with Cleo's patient counsel, I will rule the world. Hallie

Love of Sushi

As a member of the wolf family, my digestive tract is designed to thrive in world of raw, quivering meat. Hence, you can only begin to imagine the boundless love I feel for sushi - meat served the way my beautiful black lips crave it! Hallie

Tactical Disadvantage

Sitting on a Stump

My free advice for the day: Sometimes, when you are trying to assert that extra little bit dominance against another hound, I find that it helps to hop up on a tree stump, push your chest out, and tower over them. You can even assume a friendly expression - when you let your lengthening shadow do the talking . . . Hallie

Light at the End of the (My) Tunnel

Whew! It was about all I could do to heft my girth up to this tunnel. Having hefted it, though, I took the opportunity to survey my new domain. Hallie

Bad Badlands Memories

There is a reason why they are called the "Badlands." I couldn't find a drop of water to drink. And hell, even in May, my girth was roasting in the sunshine. I feel lucky just to made it out of there alive, man. In retrospect, I give that walk an F-. Hallie

Where Is My Treat?

Dead Deer

The other day, as I was patrolling the grounds of my park, I caught the scent of day-old venison wafting in the breeze. Curious, I hopped away from my monkey person as nonchalantly as possible and descended down into a ravine, where I immediately spotted a dead deer. With that welcome feeling of wolf-hunger rising in my throat, I spied a loose flap of hide, torn from her side [THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH WAS CENSORED BY JAY BALL].

I give this walk an A+ ! Hallie