I came across this picture of when the wolfies were still little.  You may not be able to tell, but Santa was a little rattled.  I think he was more used to Yorkies than wolf cubs.  Dakota howled and Cheyenne tried to eat his beard.  I found myself silently betting he wouldn’t be back the next year.  Too bad I didn’t place money on that; I would’ve won.  You can see from this picture Dakota and his sister Cheyenne were as sweet as they could be.  I have said before I hope they serve as ambassadors of sorts for their brethren in the wild.  We got them giant femur bones as treats for being so good.  I am so glad Santa visits our furry family members as well; I just love that.  The British veterinary surgeon and writer James Herriot once said:

“If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.”

There is so much we can learn from God’s creatures.  And I think someone who knows that most of all is St. Nicholas, who embodies selfless, unconditional love just as animals do.  I am so glad there is a Santa Claws.