And So Concludes Puppy Fest 2018...

The girls say "hello do you have food?"

Our last puppy from 2018 litter has left the building... much like Elvis. Satine, our last beautiful black girl, is now in her forever home. Whew... what a ride.

Evie pictured with her sister above, our standard colored Terv, remains with us. We can give her more of the attention she needs and deserves... now that she no longer has to share the spot light with her siblings.

The Grey Wolfe family says hello!

But seriously who can not love those faces! With the holidays upon us we've a lot to do at GWB.

T'was the night before Tervmas

and through the house

all the creatures were stiring but there was no mouse.

The stocking were all hidden with care for hope that Ms. Evie would not ensnare.

The family was nestled all snug in their beds while visions of Krispy Kremes danced in their heads.

Mama in her flannel (no kerchief in site) had just settled her head for

a short lived good night.

While out in the kitchen there was such a clatter

I got the heck up to see what was the matter.

Away to the kitchen (this was no flash), threw open the door, stubbed my toe got a gash.

The TV gave a luster of midday below all I can say is the room was aglow when what to my wondering eyes should appear a miniature Terv and 2 Belgie nerds that were near, with a lively old Belgie so spry and so quick knew in a moment must be Saint G.

More rapid than coursers his minions they came and I tried to wrangle and called them by name, come here Wolfe Storm, I mean Wolfie, hey what is your name? Here Midnight, I mean Middy so what it's the same. Here Evie, most 'Licious not vicious but boy you're a pain.

To the top of the couch... to the top of the chair they dashed away, dashed away, dashed away all.

And then in a twinkle I heard on the floor the clattering and scratching of each "tiny" paw.

I drew my head around and there with a bound was the hopefully Saint Greyson without nearly a sound.

His eyes how they twinkled, his Terv smile so Merry. His ears how they pointed, his nose like a berry. His cute little paw drawn up like bow, the beard on his chin was white like the snow.

A wink of his eye and twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a huff but went on with his work, letting all the other Tervs know they we're being a jerk. With a nudge and nod he let them all know it was time for sleeping not being arose.

He sprang to his cabinet, to his team gave a glance and away they all flew like the down of a thistle before victory proclaimed venison treats he did gain. But I heard him exclaim has he walked out of site.. ("Huff, Puff, Puff, Huff") ... Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

Have a great Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.


From the Grey Wolfe Family

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