Sometimes the wolf eats you, but mostly Joey eats the wolf.
Last week, I came home to find fluff everywhere. It seems that Joey and probably Phoebe (resting in the background after some wolf killin’) had disemboweled the poor thing. Fortunately my mom – conversant in the ancient art of sewing – was able to save him. She noticed that it was not his first surgery.
Yesterday, Joey and Wolf were reunited after a long week of sleepless nights spent wandering around the bedroom wolf huntin’.
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Once more the mighty pack proves its dominance!
Yes, they are mighty aren’t they.
Great photo! In a ‘pack’, greys seem to enjoy showing off their toy tearing power to each other.
I think they like to show what they’re capable of.