I read this article to my three dogs.
The Girl put down the crossword puzzle she was working on and said,
“How many words does a wolf understand? None. You say ‘Good evening’ to a wolf, and he stands there with a stupid look on his face wondering if he should scratch at one of the millions of fleas he has on his mangy hide.”
The Youngest Brother and the Little Dog were playing chess.
The Youngest Brother said,
“And never send them to a store. They can’t add up the change, and they try to go through the 12 item checkout with 42 items.”
The Little Dog said,
“Wolves are problem solvers? What problems are they solving out there in the woods? ‘Should I pee on this pine tree or the next one?’ There’s a problem solver for you.”
Very cute.