Alright Ladies and Gentlemen, here’s how it is like to own a wolf mix. He is athletic, likes to play with kids and dogs, fearful of cats (probably was smacked before) and enjoys a good deer chase. He doesn’t know yet that they are meat, but there’s something important about them. He stays close when I take wooded trails; if I sit down he’ll find a stick to chew on – without an expressed acknowledgement of my presence, but with an overall healthy attitude toward life. On the way back it’s a different story however. HE runs ahead and waits with his back hunched and eyes fixed. In a second the attack will begin. Of course it will end in 3 or 4 seconds after he gets a knee in his chest or a fist between his eyes.
It’s evening; time to go to sleep. He’s upset because you didn’t let him in your bedroom. Quietly he will sit in the dark on my antique sofa with his head hanging over the armrest without responding to my voice. The only thing that can bring him back is to say “good boy, good boy”. With this, he will look up and next his claws are clicking toward the master bedroom, where he will spend the rest of the night by my side of the bed snoring and passing gas.