No one said the married life was an easy life. Especially when you marry a woman who becomes a beast on the eve of a full-moon and then again on the new moon.
The hairy legs and arm pits are easy enough to live with. And believe me, her howling isn’t as bad as her bite.
Admittedly, there’s a bit of hound in me when she gets in one of her moods. I’ve been known to take advantage of the situation, if you care to know what I mean.
But I wish she’d clip her damned toe nails before bed.