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The wolfdog, 75% wolf reportedly, was gorgeous and brilliant and virtually unstoppable.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.When an owner realizes they are in over their head, there are few options for a happy ending.If I could build 20 new enclosures today, I could fill them all tomorrow with wolfdogs needing rescue.Yes, I know that some wolfdogs do well with their human family, and even get along with other dogs. I will no doubt get comments from wolfdog supporters and breeders who defend the practice of breeding wolves to dogs.

Maybe it was because I did lots of look aways, yawned a lot, avoided eye contact and kept my voice down.

She had energy radiating out of her like mist rising from a lake, a jewel of a sparkle in her eyes and an overwhelming need to DO SOMETHING every single second. 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.

I’ll just mention that it is unprintable, and leave it at that.) I couldn’t find a rescue organization that had room, they were all bursting at the seams and exhausted from trying to take care of the misfits they already had.

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! Not so with wolves, as I learned in my “Possession is the Law” training session with this particular individual, in which case I became the trainee and he the trainer.) The next week I heard that the wolfdog badly bit his male owner and was euthanized. “Wolfdogs” doesn’t flow off the tongue, it is awkward to say.

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