Hoomans are afraid of wolves, my ancestors, because they are at the top of the food chain.
OK, I was lying all across the couch the other day when Mike pushed me and made me move. Never mind I can stretch out and cover the entire couch from end to end with my body and legs, plus I noted plenty of room for him to sit on the floor. OK, I moved, but I growled a little.
Minutes later I heard more growling. Then on the screen was a movie, and a pack of wolves pulled a hooman down and got his throat. Hey, It’s my Great Uncle Wolf, way to go, sir!
According to the history books I’ve read, plus I read Little Red Riding Hood, hoomans are afraid of wolves and very afraid of packs of wolves. That places wolves, and their cousin dogs, including me, at the top of the food chain. I have dreams about roaming around and pulling down elk (just shopping for steaks here) and grabbing a bison or flipping a deer or pronghorn. OK, just dreaming, so don’t call the game warden.
But back to that TOP-OF-THE-FOOD-CHAIN concept, I believe I am there. Mike always has to feed me before he eats a main meal, as if I am at the top of the pecking order here at home. He grumbles because if I don’t eat first and step aside, I drool as he cooks and he has to walk about the kitchen in slippery drool. OK, I have admitted drooling. I was just thinking about those elk steaks if I was a full wolf.
Gotta go. Mike is opening the refrigerator and I need to see what is in there that I can snag, har har! Hey, those goose breasts are compliments of me, so pull them out and cook them. “Leave the spices off when cooking, but pour on the gravy, Mike.” Har har! OK, I have resigned from being a wolf because I like the pampered life and having Mike around to be my personal chef.
And I am at the top of the food chain — his food chain. I can cast my best begging eye glance and he gives in. His food becomes my food, and the food chain is complete har har! —Cameron the Weim
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