Your buddy Buster here: Good News! The Wolves are no longer at the door! After seven and a half days of living like, well, a wolf, the power came back on in the middle of the night last night. I must say, this was a pretty humbling experience!
Let me introduce my newest, BEST friend, Snuffles the Kerry-Warmer! He sputters and purrs for about 3-4 hours at a time, providing Bailey and Gracie and Yours Truly with real warmth from a small electric heater. After that time, our human lackey gets up in the middle of the night and feeds him.
Snuffles had to be purloined from the People's Republic of Rhode Island, since none of his kind remained in Connecticut. I'd like to be that popular!
Miss Bailey really appreciates being warm. She's getting on into her Prime-Diva years, and she likes to curl up beside the electric heater by the window and just soak it up.
Now that the furnace (and everything else) is running again, our pack of not-so-dire wolves has ventured out onto the Tundra to survey the damage and chase small, furry creatures.
Gracie has absconded with MY squeaky tennis ball...
Miss Bailey stays close to the noonday sun!
And what could be better than to engage my trusty side-kick, Gracie in a good old-fashioned Bark-Fest?
Miss Bailey indulges in her patented, ritual back-scratch.
Today's by-word? Canis Familiaris ! With the emphasis on the adjective! I like being domestic! Warmth. Regular meals. Dutiful human servants. It's not a bad life! How did our lupine ancestors ever manage?