#frommclawdeen

Well, that was a day I hope to never repeat. All's weird that ends weird, right? But at least I am back in my own fur - I'm no longer fused with Venus! I still have my fearnomenal wolf nose, but now the only thing that puts me in danger of sneezing is Mr. Where's daily cologne bath. I stopped getting tangled in vines. Although I did almost trip over a pile of scratch paper that I set aside to take to the recycle bin. And I learned how to meditate, which isn't so bad. I think I might keep that up if I can find a quiet spot that's sibling-free. And Venus and I, we have a closer friendship, and I appreciate her passion for the environment more. In fact, I promised her I'd help volunteer at an environmental rally this weekend at the Maul. And the Maul is a great place to get inspiration for some new fashions. I'm sure I can design and help the environment at the same time. I'm such a giver. - CW

Rehearsal for the Bite-Centennial was a disaster. I tried to confidently howl my lines, but there came out more like yapping and barking, broken up by sneezing and wheezing. And for once, I couldn't blame Mr Where and his horrific cologne - it doesn't take a wolf's nose to be put off by that scent. But no, this was all Venus McPollinate and her not-so-dandy dander. The last thing my furrific flowing mane needs is to look like I have dandruff. And I'm so sensitive to her pollens of persuasion - if only they could persuade me not to sneeze! I must be the first monster in history to develop an allergy to herself. - CW