Stupid Wolf Tricks

Last night as I ate dinner, Garry walked into the hallway behind my chair and bellowed, "GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!" He was yelling at the wolf, but I jerked out of my seat. Some security guys, drinking beer outside, saw my reaction through the bay window and roared with laughter.

The wolf has figured out how to open doors.

More worrying, he's taken to sneaking up behind me and nipping the back of my ankle. I now scan the garden like a Navy Seal, wary of every cracking twig and rustling bush. Once the wolf is on the prowl, the only way to stop from getting nipped is to turn the tables and chase him around the garden until he gets bored and runs back to Garry.

The wolf also howls during the evening call to prayer, but I can't blame him for that.