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Why it's a bad idea to own a wolf (Video, wolf bite.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ADS9yqit2Y
I'd prefer you read the description first. But there's the video.
This is the white wolf's sister.
She was also a people wolf, meaning that she loved attention.
Except for this time.
I'll explain what happened, and what went wrong.
So I had been petting on her, when she decided to retreat to her Dogloo. I was still a newb, more or less, I probably had 4 years of wolf interaction on my resume here, and I still was holding on to a ton of misconceptions about them. Stuff I had decided was true after readings countless books, and watching documentary after documentary.
I believe this was also whelping time. Adding to the foolishness of what I did. So much must be taken into account when interacting with them. Seasons, the time of the year, these all bring biological factors that change the way the wolves see you as a human being, and completely change their behavior, and attitudes, in some cases.
So... She has retreated to her "Den". A place of safety and comfort. To nurse her pups...
And here comes Dave, with his cell phone camera... Imposing *my* will on hers.
In other words, she said, "Okay, I'm leaving now. Thanks for the scratches. Feel free to leave at your earliest convenience." When she got up, and walked over to her dogloo.
Make no mistake, this was a wolf that on more than occasion blocked me from leaving her pen because *she* wasn't ready to have the scratches stop. And yes, I had to continue to love on her until she decided she had had enough, and *allowed* me to leave.
So...
Here are the warning signs I ignored. I'll tell you the biggest warning sign I ignored at the end.
The one that can get you killed.
Notice how she gives me a few quick licks. This is her saying to me, "I love you, bro. And because you're a derpy human, and you're ignoring your instincts by coming over here, I'll lick you to let you know I still love you. But you're still dumb. Love ya anyway."
I am thinking, "Hehehe, everything's cool, she licked me!"
I am not properly phrased in "Wolf", yet.
Whines. She whined several times. It's a lupine beg, more or less. "Pay attention. Pay closer attention, and draw on your instincts, because you ARE DOING SOMETHING WRONG. I do not want to hurt you. But you're invading my space. You are making me uncomfortable."
Don't make a wolf uncomfortable.
Notice how I still ignore that. See how I reach out to scratch her, gauging if my instincts are correct, or not. And oh, sure, my fears are unfounded, because she's letting me pet her.
I think.
But notice the canine. Normally, they will hide them better than that. She is letting the "Wolf" in her take over. If I was a wolf, it is true, I'd have been tore up a while ago. Because, she expects her packmates to read her warning signs. To know her body language.
Ah, but it's Dave :)
"Okay, you can pet me. That's fine. You're a good friend, and I love you. I don't want to hurt you. So get it out of your system. Then go away."
Notice how she sort of bears it... No enjoyment. Just freezing while the human pets her. Then, the quick turn of her head, which is in an air of almost what could be called disgust.
She retreats to the back of the dogloo, smelling it, going back into wolf mode. Looking for her pups (She had none) or signs of predators, ignoring me, because by now, she had essentially screamed at me to leave her alone.
How could I still be right there?
She settles in, sees me, and looks away just for a moment.
Le Sigh.
Then, she looks away, again. And brings her head back, giving me a yawn.
Now, when a wolf yawns, it is rarely because it is bored. It does it to show its teeth. And there's a *reason* it wants you to see its teeth.
It's because they're scary as hell.
And you *should* be backing away from it.
But noooo...
So, she has begged me to leave, asked me to leave, shown me to leave, what does she need to do? UPS me a box with a note in it that says, "LEAVE!"?
She turns away, one final time. And no, the people weren't laughing at me.
*OKAY NOW THIS IS KEY! To surviving with wolves!*
Watch what I do!
I HESITATE.
You can see it *just* before my hand enters the dogloo. I stop. I pause.
Why?
Because my God- given instincts, the same instincts that help me to feel and understand their moods, (A matter of survival when you are essentially locked in a pen with them) were telling me, "Stop. Just stop. She has warned you and warned you. This isn't going to end well. That bad feeling you have in your stomach is there for a reason. Ignore it at your own peril."
And... You can see what I did next.
Ignored them.
And why? Because I wanted to pet the big fwuffy wuffy cutesy woofie.
Aaaaaand that's her maw, closing on my hand, in her final warning to me, to leave her alone.
Did I get it after that?
Yeah.
I did. :/
Was I warned and warned and warned? Yes.
Now, you might be thinking... Do you still have a hand?
The answer is...
Yes. Actually, wolves are very precise with their muzzles. With the targeting, and bite strength. They can be as gentle as a dog and even moreso, because they are more acquainted with their wild side.
Their wolf side.
Or, they can crush Ostrich femurs like they were styrofoam.
She decided against plunging one of her 2" canines into my hand, and even decided against using her incisors to completely crush the comparatively delicate bones in my hand to mushy powder.
No, actually, she merely raked her very sharp incisors across my hand.
And the result was... some scratches. I tried to make it bleed, but I could not. She drew *no* blood.
That's what I call lupine mercy. I got up, holding my hand, in shock- and left. It was kinda sore, but not really. It healed rather quickly, with no incident.
And for those who like reading my descriptions, I have one other relevant story about this particular wolf girl.
One day someone noticed that she had, somehow, ripped open about a three inch gash on her front left leg. We could see bone, tendon, and muscle. It wasn't pretty.
Because she liked me, I decided to go in with her, with a bottle of super glue, and patch it up.
Yeah.
There's nothing like holding a fully conscious wolf's injured leg, feeling her hot breath on my neck as I try and fold a thick chunk of her leg back up, applying too much (warm) super glue directly to a nasty wound.
I actually botched it up the first time.
She allowed me to re- do my ham- fisted attempt at directing a focused stream of the adhesive to her wound, (It must have felt strange for her... It actually does get quite warm) and then fold the chunk of her leg back up, and against the gash, allowing the super glue to secure it there. And yes, my hand was kind of stuck to her leg.
She did not fight me, she did not growl. She did not snarl. She waited patiently as a nervous human clumsily tried to fix her wound.
The scent of my fear must have been in her nostrils, because I sure felt her breath on me. I was in the perfect position to become grievously injured.
And why would I do that, anyway? Even after she bit me? (It was some time later)
Because I loved her. I loved her kind. I trusted her not to hurt me. And she trusted me enough to help her. Think about that... A captive wild animal, injured, allowing a man to help it, without so much as a growl.
It healed up beautifully, by the way.
I'd prefer you read the description first. But there's the video.
This is the white wolf's sister.
She was also a people wolf, meaning that she loved attention.
Except for this time.
I'll explain what happened, and what went wrong.
So I had been petting on her, when she decided to retreat to her Dogloo. I was still a newb, more or less, I probably had 4 years of wolf interaction on my resume here, and I still was holding on to a ton of misconceptions about them. Stuff I had decided was true after readings countless books, and watching documentary after documentary.
I believe this was also whelping time. Adding to the foolishness of what I did. So much must be taken into account when interacting with them. Seasons, the time of the year, these all bring biological factors that change the way the wolves see you as a human being, and completely change their behavior, and attitudes, in some cases.
So... She has retreated to her "Den". A place of safety and comfort. To nurse her pups...
And here comes Dave, with his cell phone camera... Imposing *my* will on hers.
In other words, she said, "Okay, I'm leaving now. Thanks for the scratches. Feel free to leave at your earliest convenience." When she got up, and walked over to her dogloo.
Make no mistake, this was a wolf that on more than occasion blocked me from leaving her pen because *she* wasn't ready to have the scratches stop. And yes, I had to continue to love on her until she decided she had had enough, and *allowed* me to leave.
So...
Here are the warning signs I ignored. I'll tell you the biggest warning sign I ignored at the end.
The one that can get you killed.
Notice how she gives me a few quick licks. This is her saying to me, "I love you, bro. And because you're a derpy human, and you're ignoring your instincts by coming over here, I'll lick you to let you know I still love you. But you're still dumb. Love ya anyway."
I am thinking, "Hehehe, everything's cool, she licked me!"
I am not properly phrased in "Wolf", yet.
Whines. She whined several times. It's a lupine beg, more or less. "Pay attention. Pay closer attention, and draw on your instincts, because you ARE DOING SOMETHING WRONG. I do not want to hurt you. But you're invading my space. You are making me uncomfortable."
Don't make a wolf uncomfortable.
Notice how I still ignore that. See how I reach out to scratch her, gauging if my instincts are correct, or not. And oh, sure, my fears are unfounded, because she's letting me pet her.
I think.
But notice the canine. Normally, they will hide them better than that. She is letting the "Wolf" in her take over. If I was a wolf, it is true, I'd have been tore up a while ago. Because, she expects her packmates to read her warning signs. To know her body language.
Ah, but it's Dave :)
"Okay, you can pet me. That's fine. You're a good friend, and I love you. I don't want to hurt you. So get it out of your system. Then go away."
Notice how she sort of bears it... No enjoyment. Just freezing while the human pets her. Then, the quick turn of her head, which is in an air of almost what could be called disgust.
She retreats to the back of the dogloo, smelling it, going back into wolf mode. Looking for her pups (She had none) or signs of predators, ignoring me, because by now, she had essentially screamed at me to leave her alone.
How could I still be right there?
She settles in, sees me, and looks away just for a moment.
Le Sigh.
Then, she looks away, again. And brings her head back, giving me a yawn.
Now, when a wolf yawns, it is rarely because it is bored. It does it to show its teeth. And there's a *reason* it wants you to see its teeth.
It's because they're scary as hell.
And you *should* be backing away from it.
But noooo...
So, she has begged me to leave, asked me to leave, shown me to leave, what does she need to do? UPS me a box with a note in it that says, "LEAVE!"?
She turns away, one final time. And no, the people weren't laughing at me.
*OKAY NOW THIS IS KEY! To surviving with wolves!*
Watch what I do!
I HESITATE.
You can see it *just* before my hand enters the dogloo. I stop. I pause.
Why?
Because my God- given instincts, the same instincts that help me to feel and understand their moods, (A matter of survival when you are essentially locked in a pen with them) were telling me, "Stop. Just stop. She has warned you and warned you. This isn't going to end well. That bad feeling you have in your stomach is there for a reason. Ignore it at your own peril."
And... You can see what I did next.
Ignored them.
And why? Because I wanted to pet the big fwuffy wuffy cutesy woofie.
Aaaaaand that's her maw, closing on my hand, in her final warning to me, to leave her alone.
Did I get it after that?
Yeah.
I did. :/
Was I warned and warned and warned? Yes.
Now, you might be thinking... Do you still have a hand?
The answer is...
Yes. Actually, wolves are very precise with their muzzles. With the targeting, and bite strength. They can be as gentle as a dog and even moreso, because they are more acquainted with their wild side.
Their wolf side.
Or, they can crush Ostrich femurs like they were styrofoam.
She decided against plunging one of her 2" canines into my hand, and even decided against using her incisors to completely crush the comparatively delicate bones in my hand to mushy powder.
No, actually, she merely raked her very sharp incisors across my hand.
And the result was... some scratches. I tried to make it bleed, but I could not. She drew *no* blood.
That's what I call lupine mercy. I got up, holding my hand, in shock- and left. It was kinda sore, but not really. It healed rather quickly, with no incident.
And for those who like reading my descriptions, I have one other relevant story about this particular wolf girl.
One day someone noticed that she had, somehow, ripped open about a three inch gash on her front left leg. We could see bone, tendon, and muscle. It wasn't pretty.
Because she liked me, I decided to go in with her, with a bottle of super glue, and patch it up.
Yeah.
There's nothing like holding a fully conscious wolf's injured leg, feeling her hot breath on my neck as I try and fold a thick chunk of her leg back up, applying too much (warm) super glue directly to a nasty wound.
I actually botched it up the first time.
She allowed me to re- do my ham- fisted attempt at directing a focused stream of the adhesive to her wound, (It must have felt strange for her... It actually does get quite warm) and then fold the chunk of her leg back up, and against the gash, allowing the super glue to secure it there. And yes, my hand was kind of stuck to her leg.
She did not fight me, she did not growl. She did not snarl. She waited patiently as a nervous human clumsily tried to fix her wound.
The scent of my fear must have been in her nostrils, because I sure felt her breath on me. I was in the perfect position to become grievously injured.
And why would I do that, anyway? Even after she bit me? (It was some time later)
Because I loved her. I loved her kind. I trusted her not to hurt me. And she trusted me enough to help her. Think about that... A captive wild animal, injured, allowing a man to help it, without so much as a growl.
It healed up beautifully, by the way.
Category Other / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Wolf
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Shes a female... ;) haha!
They really arent so "fussy"
She told him...
"Hey man, stop, relax."
"Hey cut it. Give me some breathing air. Just chill."
"Seriously Fuck, im not telling you again." <- She made that real clear.
Then finally with her mouth she said. "BITCH JUST STOP!"
They really arent so "fussy"
She told him...
"Hey man, stop, relax."
"Hey cut it. Give me some breathing air. Just chill."
"Seriously Fuck, im not telling you again." <- She made that real clear.
Then finally with her mouth she said. "BITCH JUST STOP!"
Yeah if you watch the video you will notice that something is wrong, even when you just have experience with dogs. So good thing nothing serious happened, thanks for explaing this in all details it's always good to show how things shouldn't be apporached but sometiems we can get too overexcited
Very well stated... You are in their space and you are there by their rules.
I handled Scott and Patties wolves, I learned really fast what to look for when they wanted to be left alone. It was always best to talk to them to let them know you are there and let them come over to me if they wanted to be petted. Both of the adults loved to be brushed, when they were blowing their coat... The pups just wanted to play and be petted.
My ex stole my photos with and of them. There was one Scott took where I had my head resting on the males flank reading a book and it looked like he was reading over my shoulder. Another with me laying on a blanket with both adults laying with me, two pups draped over my legs the third had her head tucked under my chin as she cuddled to my chest.
I handled Scott and Patties wolves, I learned really fast what to look for when they wanted to be left alone. It was always best to talk to them to let them know you are there and let them come over to me if they wanted to be petted. Both of the adults loved to be brushed, when they were blowing their coat... The pups just wanted to play and be petted.
My ex stole my photos with and of them. There was one Scott took where I had my head resting on the males flank reading a book and it looked like he was reading over my shoulder. Another with me laying on a blanket with both adults laying with me, two pups draped over my legs the third had her head tucked under my chin as she cuddled to my chest.
Sadly no Scott and Pattie moved and I lost touch with them. The photos were taken 30 plus years ago.
One of the reasons I have malamutes is because they interact with you much like a wolf does... But with out some of the not so good traits, that wolves have that don't make them around dogs.
You ever see a wolf pup try to be submissive to a Doxi? Both adults had been raised with a female doxi, she had had a number of litters so she took on the role of pack leader... So when the female had pups the doxi became 2nd in line to watch over them... I think it was so funny to see this 50 to 60 lb pup with their head, neck and shoulders on the ground, their butt in the air being submissive to this standard doxi. That was back in 82-83. Not long after that Scott and Pattie moved to Montana, because the young female had been shot through the fence. I remember the panic of the phone call I got telling me they needed my help.
I had a Toyota Landcruiser at the time, when I got there I was waved into their pen and drove up to where Scott was, we loaded Sister in the back, I handed Scott the keys as Pattie got in the back and off to the vet they went. They did save Sister nothing major was hit. But from then on, any gun shots she was hiding or she was glued to your side. I had her try to bury her head in my chest or under my arm a couple of times. Out of the pups we was the sweetest.
To answer your likely question no they never could prove who did it... BUT we did find out who likely did do it... Having loggers as friends can be handy because they had heard one of the locals talk about shooting a wolf at the tavern. As I understand it a couple of the guys had a few words with him about that outside the tavern. He was also very unwelcome at all the taverns in the area after that for a long time. One of the loggers lived three driveways down from them and enjoyed hearing the wolves sing... Kelly said it brought life back to the valley that had been missing. Kelly's dad remembered hearing wolves howl as a kid in the valley.
One of the reasons I have malamutes is because they interact with you much like a wolf does... But with out some of the not so good traits, that wolves have that don't make them around dogs.
You ever see a wolf pup try to be submissive to a Doxi? Both adults had been raised with a female doxi, she had had a number of litters so she took on the role of pack leader... So when the female had pups the doxi became 2nd in line to watch over them... I think it was so funny to see this 50 to 60 lb pup with their head, neck and shoulders on the ground, their butt in the air being submissive to this standard doxi. That was back in 82-83. Not long after that Scott and Pattie moved to Montana, because the young female had been shot through the fence. I remember the panic of the phone call I got telling me they needed my help.
I had a Toyota Landcruiser at the time, when I got there I was waved into their pen and drove up to where Scott was, we loaded Sister in the back, I handed Scott the keys as Pattie got in the back and off to the vet they went. They did save Sister nothing major was hit. But from then on, any gun shots she was hiding or she was glued to your side. I had her try to bury her head in my chest or under my arm a couple of times. Out of the pups we was the sweetest.
To answer your likely question no they never could prove who did it... BUT we did find out who likely did do it... Having loggers as friends can be handy because they had heard one of the locals talk about shooting a wolf at the tavern. As I understand it a couple of the guys had a few words with him about that outside the tavern. He was also very unwelcome at all the taverns in the area after that for a long time. One of the loggers lived three driveways down from them and enjoyed hearing the wolves sing... Kelly said it brought life back to the valley that had been missing. Kelly's dad remembered hearing wolves howl as a kid in the valley.
I'm glad you gave a detailed and lengthy description of these circumstances and didn't apply any of the usual nonsense with these wonderful beasts.
My family, my father's parents owned a Wolf and simply named her Wolfy. She was different than a typical dog, but was not the monster many people make them out to be. Signficantly more independent and expressive than the typical dog, wolves expect to be treated less like a pet, servant, and tool, and more so like family in forms.
Respect, tolerance, and acceptance is more vital to wolves than power and dominance with humans.
Funny phrase, 'Tread lightly on Nature, and Nature will tread lightly on You.'... people could easily exist alongside many so-called dangerous critters if they changed their mindset and abandoned the superiority complex held by many. If anything, if you treat your fellow man poorly, you get treated poorly yourself, best to realize the same applies to those outside of mankind too as soon as possible.
My family, my father's parents owned a Wolf and simply named her Wolfy. She was different than a typical dog, but was not the monster many people make them out to be. Signficantly more independent and expressive than the typical dog, wolves expect to be treated less like a pet, servant, and tool, and more so like family in forms.
Respect, tolerance, and acceptance is more vital to wolves than power and dominance with humans.
Funny phrase, 'Tread lightly on Nature, and Nature will tread lightly on You.'... people could easily exist alongside many so-called dangerous critters if they changed their mindset and abandoned the superiority complex held by many. If anything, if you treat your fellow man poorly, you get treated poorly yourself, best to realize the same applies to those outside of mankind too as soon as possible.
Wow man, you nailed it... So many people are afraid of wolves, cougars, lions, tigers, except there are many examples of people bonding with animals, even animals known as vicious and wild that love people, and remember them even years later, hugging them. (I am talking about the video with the lion who was released back into Africa, but remembered the people who raised her, and when she saw them, gave them a big hug).
Of course, wild animals are not domesticated, if you strike a wild animal, it may just hurt you badly, whereas a dog may just cower. You must come to a wild animal on their terms- not yours- and that is a situation a lot of people have a hard time doing, they want to be the mighty human who has dominion over every beast, and we do, but you must also respect the creature, and understand the world through it's eyes.
Of course, wild animals are not domesticated, if you strike a wild animal, it may just hurt you badly, whereas a dog may just cower. You must come to a wild animal on their terms- not yours- and that is a situation a lot of people have a hard time doing, they want to be the mighty human who has dominion over every beast, and we do, but you must also respect the creature, and understand the world through it's eyes.
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