Werewolves

Many of you are probably wondering what is going on at the witches' cauldron and other places and frankly so am I. The truth is we have been laying low.

Here's what happened. This whole mess was caused by Platypus, shown at the left in his last known photograph in consultation with Little Bear. This dummy fell asleep one day and didn't take his medicine even though he knew he should have. He wandered off in a semi-conscious state and Little Bear and I went after him and then we seem to have been bewitched and anyway, it's all a big mess. And it is all his fault. Platypus, that is.

You will recall that when last we visited this nightmare scenario, the witches were trying to conjure up some demon or other by using the severed ear of one of my small Easter Bunny toys, pretending it was my ear, which it was not and never was. These witches, though, were not very competent, I'm afraid, and instead of conjuring up whatever it was they wanted, they produced this beast instead.

That's right, a F---ING WEREWOLF!!!

The beast killed them or else chased them all away, but now he is after us.

I mean, we have pretty sharp teeth and we are pretty brave, but we are not going anywhere near that thing, who turns out, based on information obtained from reliable sources without the use of extraordinary interrogation techniques, to be some sort of demented avatar of Platypus, the little cursed RAT!

Anyway, you can see why we are a little bit RATTLED!!!!! And it is a full moon tonight!!!

GEEZ! Can't a poor designer dog who never hurt anybody catch a break???

We must be very careful now, at least until the full moon wanes. More later...