The Dog Whisperer

I tamed this vicious beast you see before you using nothing but my hands and sheer intimidation.  She dared not leave her bed whilst I prowled nearby.  In fact, she bared her teeth at me quite a few times, but was I afraid?  Never!  Of course, Auntie insists that she has a jaw issue that makes it look like she's baring her teeth when she doesn't mean too.  But who believes Aunties anyway?

After taming the aforementioned wolf of terror, I single-handedly scarfed down both a bowl of spaghetti, and a bowl of mint moose tracks.  Beast.