B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for October 31, 2011

Does it have anything to do with the wolf on the ceiling?

Of course not..

Sugar rush!

Kinda like Calvin’s sugar bombs.

Must be an ancester of Kenny at Dog’s of C Kennel

Rock candy?

When I was a kid our dog ate every bit of our Easter candy one year, including chocolate. Never got sick from it. We never would have known what happened to the candy except she was pooping out bits of colored foil for the next week.

Not so much of a mystery. There wolf!

Good Morning, Fellow Cave Dwellers.

Go see Fats … if she’s not any fatter, you know it was Wolfie, and you should take him to the vet… that much sugar + chocolate is very bad for animals, I’m sure.

Don’t worry, they didn’t have chocolate in those days. Wolfie is just experiencing a “regular” sugar HIGH!!! Woo Hoo!

if it Was chocolate, before hypermetabolic shock set in, he would have painted walls and ceiling with hydraulic poop. hate yer neighbors’ dog? feed him a godiva chocolate bar. just hate yer neighbor, and don’t really want to kill the dog, feed him chocolate icecream. dog’ll never make the connection and keep coming back for more…heh.

What a good Wolfie. He saved all those parents from sugar induced hyper children..would Wolfie like some expresso coffee to go along with that sugar?

What Hordes of Trick-or-Treaters? At last count there were only 8 people who lived there…(BC, Peter, Thor, Curls, Wiley, Clumsy, Fat Broad, and Cute Chick)

While touring a cave here in Arkansas, the guide told us a kid had dropped a whole chocolate bar and the next day it was gone except for the wrapper. He said crickets that live in the cave ate it and that they must have bounced off the walls all night.

Wolfie is sugar high!

SUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGAR

your like fred

Wired Wolf!!!!!

When I was a kid in a small post-ww2 rowhouse community (three streets), I remember having to come home and dump my bag several times during the night. Next day the loot pile was always pretty small. Regifting. or Wolfie? One year Dad though it would be a cute idea to toss on a sheet and sit on my bed. I freaked, and instead of running, whaled on him. I must have hit a “nerve” or something worse; he never did it again.

I think a Chihuahua would have to eats it’s own weight in chocolate to get sick enough to die. We’ve had a Doberman and a Welsh Terrier that got into chocolate and all they did was poop foil.