| I don’t know about yours, but our dog doesn’t believe she’s a dog. Well technically she isn’t. She’s a Wolf / German Shepard Hybrid, and way too smart for her own good…or ours. It started with a call from the hubby’s tool vendor, who told my husband his dog had been caught by a wolf. Nine puppies, come get one. |  |
We waited until they were old enough then took our two boys to check them out. As the other dogs ran and played with each other, this pup came and sat on my husband’s foot. We encouraged the kids to play with all the puppies to see how they interacted. When they came near us, our girl was very happy to play with them. When the boys ran off again, she stayed by or on my husband’s foot.
As the afternoon went on we figured our fates were sealed. She had chosen us. The fact that she got car sick down my husband’s back on the way home should have been a clue as to what the future held.
Because she is a hybrid, I felt compelled to research wolf pack behavior to see how different it would be from having a regular dog. Not that it did any good.
She is 13.5 years old now and since she hit about 6 months, it has been like constantly having a three year old around that never grew up. She loves to play in the snow, lets us know when she’s pissed usually by burying her food dish in our bed, and picks on the other dog for fun. (He struggles with the hardwood floors, so she likes to bump into him and knock him over.)
She hates to lie on the couch without rearranging the pillows, has a sensitive stomach, and will bypass steak to get her paws on pizza. She will go to great lengths to steal pizza, then spend the night throwing up because, like I said, she has a sensitive stomach.
When we camp, if she gets dirt on her belly and we don’t wash it off, she breaks out in a rash. But it’s not usually a problem, because she doesn’t like to lie on the ground. She prefers a camping chair, and will steal the chair of whoever happens to stand up. There are 4 of us and we bring 5 chairs, then explain to people why it’s not a spare while she stares at them and waits for them to move.
So glad I did all the research into what having a wolf in the family would entail, none of which seems to apply to her. The running joke in our house is that if she’d been born in the wild, the princess would not have made it. However, that research did come in handy when I wrote my first shifter novella, Changes In Autumn.
Does she help with my writing? Well, she likes to lie on the couch next to me with her head on my thigh while I weave my tales. When she is done waiting her turn for my attention, she puts her paw in the middle of my keyboard, so if you call that helping… By the way any typos you see here are her doing not mine.
I would love to hear what your animals do that makes them seem more human than pet. Leave it in the comments below, and pictures are welcome!
As the afternoon went on we figured our fates were sealed. She had chosen us. The fact that she got car sick down my husband’s back on the way home should have been a clue as to what the future held.
Because she is a hybrid, I felt compelled to research wolf pack behavior to see how different it would be from having a regular dog. Not that it did any good.
She is 13.5 years old now and since she hit about 6 months, it has been like constantly having a three year old around that never grew up. She loves to play in the snow, lets us know when she’s pissed usually by burying her food dish in our bed, and picks on the other dog for fun. (He struggles with the hardwood floors, so she likes to bump into him and knock him over.)
She hates to lie on the couch without rearranging the pillows, has a sensitive stomach, and will bypass steak to get her paws on pizza. She will go to great lengths to steal pizza, then spend the night throwing up because, like I said, she has a sensitive stomach.
When we camp, if she gets dirt on her belly and we don’t wash it off, she breaks out in a rash. But it’s not usually a problem, because she doesn’t like to lie on the ground. She prefers a camping chair, and will steal the chair of whoever happens to stand up. There are 4 of us and we bring 5 chairs, then explain to people why it’s not a spare while she stares at them and waits for them to move.
So glad I did all the research into what having a wolf in the family would entail, none of which seems to apply to her. The running joke in our house is that if she’d been born in the wild, the princess would not have made it. However, that research did come in handy when I wrote my first shifter novella, Changes In Autumn.
Does she help with my writing? Well, she likes to lie on the couch next to me with her head on my thigh while I weave my tales. When she is done waiting her turn for my attention, she puts her paw in the middle of my keyboard, so if you call that helping… By the way any typos you see here are her doing not mine.
I would love to hear what your animals do that makes them seem more human than pet. Leave it in the comments below, and pictures are welcome!
