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Furry clip-on tie? Possibly.
Each of the boys brought home one of these snazzy clip-on wolf tails from our trip to Great Wolf Lodge. Our waitress at the Lodge’s Loose Moose (yes, that was the name — sounds like a dance fad or slutty forest mammal, in my opinion) Restaurant gave them to the boys when we enjoyed the breakfast buffet.
And I quote, “Mom, you have ONE shot to get this picture.”
As soon as I saw the kids wearing them, I was transported back to an embarrassing moment from my past….when I, myself, wore a wolf tail…
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The year was 1993, and it was sorority rush season. I should first, say, that I NEVER thought that I would be part of a sorority, and did not participate in “rush” my freshman year. By my sophomore year, I had sought out/serendipitous-ly found some great friends….the majority of whom were members of Kappa Kappa Gamma.
Fast forward two years, I was living in the sorority house, getting ready for my least favorite activity — RUSH WEEK. A necessary evil of Greek life, “rush”, at least when I was in school, was a week dedicated to recruitment of new members — tightly scheduled rounds of ice cream socials, skits, and speed “dating” for women. Followed by late night “voting”. Yes…voting on human beings…did I mention that being in a sorority didn’t always line up with my core personality?.
That being said, I will always cherish the relationships, organic AND “arranged” that I made as a member of a sorority. Beautiful, brilliant women. Women who dressed up like storybook characters in the name of sisterly love.
One evening, during rush, I was to be the Big Bad Wolf to three friends who were playing the Three Little Pigs in a skit. Resources being what they were, in downtown Williamsburg, and with my enthusiasm for the whole process lagging, my costume was comprised of things from my room – my “tail” was a ragged strip cut from a brown bath towel and sewed onto khaki shorts.
Not ten minutes into the evening, I escaped for a bathroom break, and….wait for it…PEED on my tail. Yup. Totally forgot it was there — let it drop into the “bowl” and whizzed on it. Whizzed on it and spent the rest of the evening chatting up prospective members while wearing a urine-soaked wolf tail. Good times.
squirrel circus 
Now that’s a very funny tail tale! (sorry I couldn’t help myself). You have to save those tails though because I can see all kinds of uses for them but I have to ask, what was Bailey’s reaction to them? Can see him thinking there was some new animal on his turf.
That’s a good question! I don’t remember him getting too excited. If one was on the floor, he would definitely have thought it was one of his toys. He doesn’t even get worked up when the boys suddenly appear dressed as evil skeleton doctors or ninja warriors for Halloween. He only gets excited when someone tries to enter the house from the outside. He’s used the to relative craziness already inside — ha ha.
Well that would explain it – crazy within = okay; crazy from without = not ok, must do something about it. I know Lola would have had the tail half way down her throat & Moe would have attacked.
Funny thing about Lola – she can’t stand guys in hats, hoods or with beards. John can wear a hat, but nobody else.
Bailey is not a big fan of men, period. It doesn’t last, though. As soon as he gets a good sniff of them, he’s their new best friend.
Just laughed out loud at this one….so funny. I especially appreciate the fact that you didn’t bother to take it off! Perhaps the urine smell added to the authenticity?
Ha! That’s how tight they (being the girls in charge of “rush”) ran the parties. I was only gone long enough to pee on myself, before it was “Where is Virginia?! Her group is unattended!!!” Heaven forbid….