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Then, he'll tell you how sweet they are, and how much they liked his wife's Beef 
Stew.   Awww shucks, them boys love it so much they had a second helping, Hot 
Diggity Dog going DoDo, and...
how they hope you don't mind, they just had to give them an after dinner kinda 
snack or twenty two. The Misses is fixin' em up a couple Pigs Knuckles too. 

You will drive for miles, wondering how they could have gone so far so fast.
After an hour, you'll find the house and you'll see them resting in the grass.
They will have licks and wags to give, all kinds of happiness sparking in their eyes
They know they are getting a reward when they see the car pull up the drive.
After all, every time you pick them up, don't they always get rewarded, by
going for a long and windy ride? So far, they haven't been denied... 

You can't take it personally, they play this routine with everybody,
So, it's not just something they saved for you.
They do it because they have fun, it must be such a blast.
They're prepared, organized, very slick and way too fast.
They'll do it again, until they know they've been caught on to.
Then they go and figure another way to play the con game on you. 
This is what they do.

Lobo Little Man, and his boy Teka Maroo...
Give them even half a chance, and they will con you too.

Loreen Parke
January 18. 2003

Written for my wolf Lobo, his son Teka, and their daughter Aurorah.  Also written for 
all of the wolf people out there that know exactly what I speak of in this story.

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