I met Cathy while chatting at a local dog park this past spring. She spontaneously shared that she and her husband Martin had adopted five children from Ukraine. But it was not until the ride home that it dawned on me that their story could possibly be a story for Thrive In Life. Too late, I had no phone number or knowledge as to where she lived.
He is a hybrid wolfdog. Or maybe some coyote, no one knows. He is drop-dead gorgeous and is flat out terrified of strangers. It made me happier than I can say that after two hours after I arrived in the house he relaxed enough to lie down only a few feet away from me, albeit with a table between us.
Maybe it was because I did lots of look aways, yawned a lot, avoided eye contact and kept my voice down. Maybe not, but I hereby admit to being thrilled to be in the same room with him, and was absolutely overwhelmed by his beauty.
I got to meet Bits only because it was the day of the annual veterinary visit at Grey Wolf Rescue. Bits is on a leash only because he is about to be vaccinated and have blood drawn to check for tick-borne diseases, and for one brief moment he looked directly at me and I snapped the picture.
The two that I remember best were both adolescents: While we talked, she climbed on the table, then the top of the couch, chewed on my hair, began eating my notebook, then played with the coffee cups, then squatted to pee, then lept at the blinds and pulled them down.
Of course we intervened whenever possible, but it was like trying to stop water coursing over a water fall.
It did not end well. The couple eventually realized that there was no way they could manage a wolfdog and tried to find her a place to go. I will refrain from expressing my reaction to that here.
He was also young, perhaps six-months old, but with a massive head and huge paws and his owner thought it a tad amusing that the animal was biting his wife and downright hysterical that he bit me after I traded the toy he had for a piece of chicken. The wolfdog ate the chicken while I picked up the toy, and then I offered the toy back to him.
If you let me take your toy, then you get something better and you get the toy back too! The next week I heard that the wolfdog badly bit his male owner and was euthanized.
For years I struggled with what to call wolfdog hybrids.
Should I call them wolves? And yet, it is thus the perfect name, because they are not wolves, they are not dogs, and they are trapped in the awkardness of being neither. Yes, I know that some wolfdogs do well with their human family, and even get along with other dogs.
Yes, I know that. I will no doubt get comments from wolfdog supporters and breeders who defend the practice of breeding wolves to dogs. When I testified as an expert witness in support of a woman who went to court to force her ex-husband to keep her young children away from the wolfdogs that her husband had purchased, I was put on the official Wolfdog Blacklist, and heard about it for years afterward.
Wolves simply are not designed to live in houses with people. They need to trot miles and miles every day. They do not, and will never, look to their human for guidance, or boundaries, or anything but to live together as equals.
You do not, ever, tell a wolf what to do. If you need more evidence, read the beautifully written and heartbreaking book, Part Wildby Ceiridwen Terrill.
I reviewed it in a previous blog. I started our rescue in by default.Before you go ahead and contact one of them, read Schnauzer Rescue - the Facts to get an idea of what's involved..
It is a BIG commitment for all involved. But if you are able to offer a forever loving home - or if you have a Schnauzer which needs re-homing - read on.
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Go back to the Prologue – Chapter Four. Chapter Five. July 10, Draco Malfoy was in the kitchen with Harry—they were moving around each other as if they had been doing it for years. Whenever I see this dog, I react fearfully, which infuriates the two cofounders, as if I were personally insulting them.
I also feel like I should be able to go to a job that has nothing to do with pets without fear of getting bitten by a dog–we are .