We're on our usual walk the other day, as we trek along the dirt path near some ground cover I spotted a small dark object fly out, and sure enough...land right on Wolfie's butt! Wolfie did the fastest somersault I've ever seen. But to no avail...too late...stung in the butt again. Not that I'm sadistic, but I couldn't help but laugh. I never saw a dog do a somersault like that. The funny thing is, this occured in the exact same location as it did in a previous post when Wolfie got stung.

So, now that Wolfie's been stung twice (that I know of) you'd think he'd stay away from bees? Wrong. Yesterday I caught him growling at a small object on our back patio. When I looked closer I could see that it was a bumblebee on its last leg. As I watch in amusement at Wolfie growling and pawing at this diminutive creature I'm shocked to see Wolfie lick up the bee into his mouth. I commanded him to "drop it". He did. The bee was moving slower but Wolfie was trying to paw his mouth. He got stung on the tongue! With tweezers, I pulled the stinger off of his tongue...not an easy feat.

Wolfie is an inquisitive little dog, still a puppy in my eyes even though he's 2 1/2 now...a teenager in dog years. He's very gentle. All he really wants to do is play. Case in point: we had some friends over and as we were out on the patio talking, a baby bird fell out of the tree. In a split second, Wolfie scooped the little bird into his mouth. Once again I yelled "drop it". He did. My daughter went to pick up the baby bird and Wolfie beat her to it. He was protecting it gently in his mouth. We finally got the bird back to his nest. I think Wolfie is learning the hard way that most critters want to be left alone. On the Animal Planet channel a week ago I saw a program on the ten most aggressive animals. I guessed #1 would be a lion or elephant. It was the bumblebee.

Wolfie and Bluelittlewolf now have their own lense at Squidoo.com. If you haven't explored Squidoo yet, it's a pretty interesting place. Check it out. I would have let Wolfie set it up, but he has no hands. Can you imagine if dogs had hands? It's pretty scary. We'd be out of food in no time! One thing that dogs have (besides good eyesight and hearing) that us humans don't have...a tail. How come we don't have tails? Talk about wearing your feelings on your shirt-sleeve. When we're happy we could wag our tails. When we see an attractive woman, we would wag our tails...hope my wife doesn't notice. When I'm depressed or I've done something that I'm ashamed of, my tail would slink between my legs. When I'd see prey (like the food variety) or when I'm playing competitive sports, my tail would stick straight up in the air. Forget it! Us humans can talk instead. Wolfie can't...yet. But we're working on it. Also, Wolfie doesn't need clothes. Lucky devil! When I dressed him up for photos in his favorite aloha shirt and matching sunglasses, he was pretty cooperative. But somehow I got the feeling he was embarrassed. I guess the wife's and my laughing didn't help. Wolfie's pretty sensitive. He doesn't like being made fun of. Next time, dress yourself Wolfie! Get your own food. Wash yourself. Oh, sorry...you don't have any hands. Oh well. Just as well.

Aloha from Wolfie and the Bluelittlewolf pack! It's a beautiful sunny, warm day here in SoCal. Hope everyone is having a great 4th of July Holiday. Wolfie is doing his favorite things today and waiting eagerly for barbecue...sniffing the air of that delectable aroma...MEAT!

...and a good well-deserved nap in the sun.