A sad thing happened this spring. I finally had to sell off the Wolf Den, my faithful R V of many years. The Den is a 35 ft. Mallard R V trailer with all the amenities which I kept on a seasonal lot at Woody’s Bagels an’ Bait resort near Nojobland MN. She kept silent watch over my ‘TOON during the cold winters all by herself with out complaining. Not even a dog would do that. She watched as I bought wood and built a railing for the deck which we all used as an outdoor bar. She watched as I assembled a glider, to set in, under the awning on rainy days. She did not complain as I extended the deck so that more friends could sit with me on those days. She did not holler when I added metal hooks to the deck so we could tie dogs up when friends came to visit. She did shed tears when one of the local neighbors fell through the ice during the winter a few years back.
I bet it felt real good each tie I washed it with a good stiff brush. You could almost hear her give a sigh of pleasure. She laughed when I ran after a big white wolf, which was nosing around her skirts. She laughed when I had fun. She always played happy country songs on her radio. She laughed when I laughed so hard I spit beer out my nose three times in one night and had to run off the deck each time. She grinned when we had a neighborhood cookout in the yard in front of her. She was sad when each season ended and happy when a new one started. It tickled her when I hung up painted hubcaps on her outside wall. She always greeted temporary weekend neighbors with a good word and a smile. She always enjoyed the visiting children even when they left sticky candy on her rug.
She did not complain when I failed to put up a name sign in her honor. Or when sparks from the many campfires burned small holes in her awning. The one draw back she had was the inability to grow at the same rate with the additional members of my extended Lakeside family.
The Wolf Den was a lady by all accounts. 
Works For Me.
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