In spite of the tendency for gag writer/comics like Douglas to let not one page be turned without a media-image yock, relevant or not, this account of Douglas, lovely Japanese Wife Reiko, two small sons, and their Joy Adamsonian venture with pet wolves picks up comic-situation steam after a slow start. The Douglas menage in Connecticut included (among other creatures) a family of wolves, the sire of which caused the expected havoc within and without the range of Reiko's vacuum cleaner. But when it seemed that the efforts of Douglas' loony, raunchy conservation group to establish a nearby preserve were about to go awry, he decided to transport his pack to the wilds of Canada. He did, and all went well until his conservation pals moved in and supplies ran out. The wolves on their own island did well, but the group's ecological principles came undone on a diet of peanut butter and ice water. There is a serious heartfelt word or two on species preservation along with the predictable quota of one liners and ribald nonsense. Has its moments.