I, galadriel'smaiden, have a warg. A rabid, evil, ferocious, bloodthirsty one and a half foot high warg. It prowls my home, searching for cats and mice to terrorize. It has turned the backyard into a crater filled wasteland to be likened to Mordor itself. It leaves *gifts* for me, only to discover the *gifts* are highly toxic; I suffer greatly. But when the warg is asleep, I remember why the heck I bought it in the first place....
