Dogs, and the way we require them to modify their behaviors.

Kyn cooked some delicious BBQ ribs the other day. No hounds, of course, were allowed to be unsupervised anywhere near the cooling meat, which makes miss Zhava very sad. She had never wished so passionately to commit a perfect crime, and it would only have taken her mere seconds to complete it.



( oh please, humans, just turn your back for a moment. That's all it would take, just a second of the relaxation of protective primate glare, and those ribs could be mine, so mine, oh please. )

This photo gets its own post...

Daww, look at the most precious and adorable fluffy hellhound werewolf, all ready for October festivities! Or is he singing opera? I invite captions.