I did get a glimmer of hope today that some of my old wolfdog is still around - I was kicking back in my Camouflaged Bass Pro Easy Chair and he was coming back from sucking Lisa's ass and all of a sudden attacked me with no warning, fucking snapping and snarling just like the old days before the woman moved in. We rough-housed for a good 5 minutes or so until we were both wore out and I'll be damned when he wandered back over to Lisa he was munching on one of the DTs he managed to steal during the melee.
