A weredog would just sit there and act dumb, then get into the fridge that night, and blame it on the cat, or maybe one of the kids, if need be.
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Confessions of a Weredog. By day I am a faithful family pet. Nights, I am out firing the opening salvos of the neobeast war, exploring this new truce with werewolves, tracking lost children and dogs, or watching movies and eating barrels of jerky, depending on the needs of the night.
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