I might be a wolf, but I am still a puppy.
Sometimes I have to tell the adults that I am sorry for something.
Don't know why they ever think I would get into trouble.
I mean, I am just picking things off of the ground.
Uh-oh, my head seems to have grown a little.
I can hear those adults snickering now.
Maybe hanging out with the adults is safer.
It is exhausting being a puppy.