The Laughing Wolf

Wolf Park Blogfest: The True Story

Yes, this is very late but I had to wait for law enforcement, various prosecutorial jurisdictions, and the settlement provided Lafayette Brewing before posting.

I knew it was going to be an interesting weekend for myself and for Wolf Park, but I had no idea just how interesting it would be. Friday evening should have tipped me off. It took dogged perseverance and the use of overhead resources to find out that some had come to town early and were descending upon a hapless local eatery for dinner. Wanting to meet people, I went down and found them. I should have known better.

First up, I saw Contagion, or Mr. Huggy as he might better be known. I don't know what happened in his childhood, but I have never met someone so needy about being hugged and touched in my life. Every time you turn around, he wants to hug and touch, or better yet have you hug and touch him. In the immortal words of Dax, Just Damn!

The lovely and charming Ktreva was next on my path, but that was not to be. I was immediately accosted by a dark-haired woman who hit me. And then hit me again on behalf of a woman I've never even met in person. BoBo blogger indeed, the name should be the BamKaPow blogger!

The fourth in that grouping was a tall and lovely lady who's delicious er, attributes were overshadowed by a sleek rump bearing not only ISO 9000 certification stamps, but a Detroit Automotive Premium Choice Quality sticker as well. The turbo-charged talk that poured fourth meant that it could only be the Quality Weenie.

Dinner ended quickly with Kvetra gutting the waitron for slow service, so we adjourned to my home before the cops could arrive. Despite detailed directions, they still managed to get lost, and it took a searchlight to steer them in. Contagion promptly demanded another hug and some Asti, and then they all cut loose. It was a circus of activity, which was augmented by the arrival of Tammi, T1G, BloodSpite and BloodSpouse. The carnage is beyond description, and thanks to Quality Weenie, my chandeliers will never be the same.

The next day saw us off to the Tippacanoe Battlefield and then to Wolf Park. At the Battlefield, we were joined by this strange guy who would beat on anything and everything with sticks. The lady with him promptly pulled out bright lights and a rubber hose and used them on me as she demanded to know things like the average rise and fall of wolves in the Bay of Fundy. It could only have been Bodhran and his better half.

It was an ominous foreshadowing of the tragedy to come that Harvey ran late, and made Smiling Dynamite late as well. They arrived, and promptly ran off with Tammi to talk; unfortunately, no one knew where they went and they did not answer yells or phone, so everyone left for the park but we did leave trails of breadcrumbs for them. It was even more ominous when Harvey arrived late at the park, stuffed from the crumbs.

We have agreed not to talk too much about things, both for reasons legal and out of respect for Smiling Dynamite. Yet, the picture here tells the tale, for Harvey -- Mr. Loves To Camp And The Outdoors -- fell behind once again, but at least was rated a tasty bread-stuffed dish.

Later, at the celebration wake, as Smiling Dynamite did a twist-and-shout of mourning on the table, this guy showed up, though Ifni alone knows why. How on Earth a nice guy like him came to want to hang with this group of reprobates is beyond me.

Everyone seems convinced that it was cold, and I just don't understand it. It was barely brisk that day.

In truth, it was great to meet old friends again, and to meet the wonderful and lovely BoBo and the delightful and lovely Quality Weenie. BloodSpite and BloodSpouse were strangers and now known, and it was fun to meet Wes and be interrogated by his better half. A true pleasure it was to answer her questions and explore possibilities. It was also good to meet Jerry, though I still think he was crazy to come join the group.

My thanks to all who participated, and I look forward to seeing many of you here again, and most especially out at the Park.

For those who could not make it to Wolf Park, but would like to live vicariously, you can shop the Gift Shop online; find out about Wolf Park Seminars; sign up for Wolf Park Photography Seminars with Monty Sloan; sponsor a wolf or fox; donate towards general needs or specific needs such as ramps, enclosure improvements, or other; and, check out the Wolf Park Photos of the Day.

LW