Who voted......

who voted "kiss her"?

-Fell

Holy Crow

Holy Crow. Kar just walked in from killing the farmer, scaring the cruzap outta' me. She told me to be the leader, and cried. she never crys. I got this wierd feeling and walked out. Kar Needs Serious Cheering Up. KNSU.

-Fell

k

Go to www.fellwolf.blogspot.com.

I will post there.


-Fell

Fell told me to post.

He told me to post to tell you that I am .......... fine. I will post later tonight, and tell you the story. I am restraining myself from hunting the farmer down.

Kar

Okay

Kar is in denial, she won't talk, move, eat..... nothing. Someone has to help her.


-Krakers

We...Blitzy.....

The worst freakin' thing happened while I was sick, and I barely found out. Maybe because I was out cold for at least 12 hours a day. Blitzy, my Blitz, she, got shot. I.....I.... I can do this anymore. I led Blitzy to be shot. I told her to go swipe some chickens from this guys farm, as a wolf, and, she....... I can't be leader anymore.....

Sorry...

Sorry I haven't been posting, I have been sick for the last few WEEKS. It totally sucked because we had to fly into a forest in Europe, and stay in a cave for a long time. Even worse, Fell was, um, taking care of me the whole time.It was awkward.

Did you know?

Did you know Micheal Crichton died of cancer? He wrote Jurassic Park, the Andromeda Strain and many other books. He was my one of my favorite writers.... and now he's dead! :(

All Hallows Eve.....

I like all Hallows Eve better than Halloween. I think Blitzy and Mutto want to go, they can take themselves.


-Kar, happy Howloween

Europe...

Well...... Europe. The guy on the plane said no laptops soooo. I won't be posting for a whole day. Guess where I have to sit? Between Fell and Krakers. I want to slap both of them, they ordered 20 chicken wings between themselves.

-Kar, howl on

Out of the Az!

Okay Arizona was booooorrrriiiinnnngggg!!!!! So we're gonna go check Europe. If you see us on a plane or something, Shut Up!



-The Stray Wolves

The boy and the Father

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished
to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was
picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up
prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.'
With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope
with trembling hands and read the letter.

Dear Dad:

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing
you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I
wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been
finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice.
But I knew you would not approve of her because of all
her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and
the fact that she is 25 years older than I am.

But it's not only the passion... Dad, she's pregnant.
Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a
trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for
the whole winter! We share a dream of having many more
children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that
marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing
it for ourselves and trading it with the other people
that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the
meantime we will pray that science will find a cure
for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.

Don't worry, Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care
of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to
visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love,
Your son Jeff

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at
Tommy's house. Just wanted to remind you that there
are worse things in life than a report card. That is
in my center desk drawer.

Call me when it's safe to come home.


Thanks to Wolves Rein for this gut-buster.

-The stray Wolves

Love Hurts

Or whatever this is supposed to be.

Its Krakers!

This is my view of squirrels.

Krakers special ability? He can talk to animals, and, not like the rest of us, he can make them do what he wants. Animal Abuse. He can talk to Squirrels, Crocodiles, dragonflies, you name it. It can be very annoying also.

-Kar

Its a Full Moon

Okay, full moons are so cool. One reason is I feal like I can fly, run, and jump forever! The bad thing is on a full moon it gets harder to control the wolves in us. So I think Krakers already howled at the moon, as a bird kid. It gets kinda' creepy.

-Kar, Howl on

A.......bearcat?

Is it a bear or a cat? Make up your mind!



-Krakers

Blitzy

Halo, my name is Blitzy. THis is the first time Kar has let me post on here, and really I'm happy!!! Well....... let me tell you about my self. My full name is Blitzrieg, but my park/flock call me Blitz, or Flare. Why do they call me Flare, you ask. Well...... my power is, in mine human form my eyes shift colors, from red to orange, yellow to brown. When I'm a Wolfy, I can control fire. ITs very, very, 7 other verys, fun!!!

-The very, very, 7 other verys, happy Blitz

Good Night

Night people, I'm sorry I didn't write about Az yet, its just so hot!

-Kar the ever wondering bird wolf kid

Sarah

Sarah

My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake

I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

"How could you?"

HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis, 2001.


When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family, " but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the 2 nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago & made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads & asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her . It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter animals in order to prevent unwanted animals. Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet. Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY.

Night

Night peeps, nodding off in a cave somewhere in Arizona.....of course Fell has first watch. XD

I forgot to post Fell XD

As you can see, Fell apparently didn't like me taking his picture......

"Try not to Cry"

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great, huge crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye.
I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.
But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest
When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could
please listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true
And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
Please if you would,Don't smash this on the ground.
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".
Now you have 2 choices,
1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as"Try Not To Cry"2) Don't send it, and you have just proven howcold-hearted you really are...
In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech Students Who Were Lost

This is Blitzy,Krakers, and Mutto

This is Blitz

This is Krakers


This is Mutto

None of these wolves have wings, again I edited them out because, really, you don't want to see the wings.

List of Problems

1. These new hightech wolf looking robots with wings, call them NHWLRWW's or, for people like me who would probably punch the computer screen if having to memorize that, Dogcatchers. Fitting,isn't it?
2. Being chased, like alot,like every single day.
3.The biggest problem Global Warming! Get it through your thick skulls, we messed up this world, time for it to get revenge.
4. The stupiest problem yet, Mutto is angered that there are no N.U.K.E.S for sale in Wal-mart.
5. We are in the USA now..... and we flew to this place called Californa...... we're in AZ now..... so much desert.

I'll put more later on my list of problems.....

OMG

Oh my god. Guess what Mutto found today while we were in Europe. A cat. And since these certain StrayWolves can talk to animals, the cat said she was a warrior cat. Anywho cats name is Nightfeather and apparently her "Clan" drove her out. Well Mutto looked at me with pleading nine year old eyes, with that Kar-oh-Kar-could-I-please-have-something look. Guess the Strays are six now.And this new member can feed herself.( more strain off me) Guess who is carrying her? Herself. Her clan drove her out 'cause she has wings.

Get it straight

I'm a freakin' girl. Get it through your non-werewolf with wings head. A girl.

Well..

In case you haven't noticed yet, the Wierd were-wolf mutant kid blog, is like Maximum Ride. I'm going to start calling them StrayWolves. Okay? So get in the picture and remember, StrayWolves.

Running

Running away is bad for your health. Seriously yesterday I swear Mutto almost threw up, all over me, who happened to be flying right next to me.