Worth a try.

Keeping Winnie occupied with pettings, I considered a way to get her clothes off and in one piece. Her pants may already be a lost cause. Tears had formed along the seams, tufts of brown wolf hair poking out.

Perhaps I could play up to her desire to be a "good girl" for me. "Hey, Winnie...you want to know what good girls do?" I asked, temptingly. Tongue lolling out, Winnie nodded eagerly. "Good girls keep their clothes intact." Winnie released a confused whine, tilting her head. Her hand moved to her shirt. All I could really see were those claws coming near the fabric. Grabbing her hand, I stopped her. "Hold on, hold on...I'll help," I assured her. "Raise up your arms over your head. Keep your hands closed into fists."

Her face still a mask of confusion, Winnie slowly obeyed, lifting her hands. Gripping the hem of her shirt, I lifted it over her head. It turned inside out, but that was expected. At least it was intact...albeit covered in dog hair. Positive reinforcement time. I pet her some more, giving her a hug. "Good girl, Winnie. Very good..." I crooned to her. I heard a strange noise, like something rubbing against cloth. It took me a second to realize it was Winnie's tail trying to wag from within the confines of her pants.

Winnie's panting became more frantic. She licked my face, rubbing her furry body against me. Shit, she was getting too excited. I got the feeling that she was ready to pounce and go wild and that meant those pants were history. I shushed her softly, trying to calm her down.