The Wolf Man Howls

I considered calling this post “Stupid Human Tricks.”  Greg’s friend Maggie brought this very strange T-shirt to the

Vermont house — with a wolf wearing Bose headphones and a nose ring.  Leave it to Beagle Man to put it on over his hoodie and declare it his new grilling outfit.  I kid you not:  There he was, out on the deck, with the flaming grill balanced on two feet of snow, swatting icicles off the eaves, and howling at the moon.  Don’t believe me?  The camera never lies (right).  Of course, I didn’t get any of the steak or chicken he cooked, just a couple of near-empty plates to clean.  Then again, at least I was there — which may not be the case again for awhile.  Remember in my last Roof Rack Report from VT, when B-Man said “our perfect dog has earned another visit”?  Well, this time I kind of screwed up: 2 poops and 1 pee inside.  In my defense?  That carpeting is irresistable.  The B-Man called my performance “a D-minus”, and swore that was it for me for the season.  But I happen to know I’m guaranteed a

return trip in the middle of March, when little Teddy, the B-Man’s grand-nephew, is coming up.  That kid would scream bloody murder if I wasn’t there.  Oh, and one last thing:  I

heard Greg’s friend Bomba asking what she had to do to make the blog.  Well, these photos you’re looking at?  She took ’em.  You’re welcome, Bomba.

The Roof Rack Report (#roofrackreport on Twitter, for those who follow me already on @BeagleManHank) appears on Mondays, usually.  Actually, whenever Beagle Man decides to give me some space . .