I’m about to say something I’ve never said before, nor will I ever say again.  Asa is right.  He is a Dire Wolf!  I’m not sure how the little fuzzball did it, but his prediction that he’d grow up to be a Dire Wolf came true.  It is the only logical explanation of recent events.

I’m ashamed to admit this, but I can no longer easily outrun Asa.  In the past I would initiate a game of chase, then would leave the little guy panting in my dust unable to catch me.  But today he caught me!  Then he kept right on running, and it was I who found myself racing to catch him.  He stopped glowing, so I can’t blame the situation on him being radioactive.  So that must mean his new athletic skills are the result of being a Dire Wolf.

That isn’t his only new skill I’ve noticed.  He’s also mastered my patented zig zag move where I pretend to be running in one direction, then suddenly go the opposite.  That use to confuse him every time.  But now it is he who is tricking me!  In fact, he has learned ALL of my special moves from the drop and flop when wrestling, to the hide and pounce, to the moan and groan when I want Mom to stop what she is doing and pet me.  How could I have been so foolish as to show him all my moves!  I totally underestimated the intelligence of the little guy.  Thankfully though, Asa has not yet developed the legendary aggressive behavior of a Dire Wolf, and continues to be my goofy little brother.  To be honest, I think even he was surprised when he caught me today.