Full Moon = Greyhound Madness

Hi Readers, this post has nothing to do with camp twilighty vampire wannabes who sparkle in the sun instead of bursting into a cloud of foul dust, this is about the primordial wolf lurking inside we greys.

The recent full moon moon has seen strange behaviour at the house of hound.  The normally placid Homer has been tossing pillows around the house, Prancer has been watching the chickens with evil intent through the back door, Jess has been staring at the ceiling as if she has seen a ghost and Dad says I have been even more demanding at dinner time.

 Don't say you haven't been warned!

















Bye for now Readers - Murphy.