Even when the wolf is at the door...

I’m dreaming that I am walking through the moonlight a few steps behind Zorro and Zoe our four month old Great Dane puppies.  I am wary, but not overly concerned as we walk on in the mid summer night’s heat.  Unexpectedly, from up out of a hole in the ground, a huge black wolf bolts out and bites Zorro nearly in two.  The 70 pound puppy yelps and falls to the ground.  Zoe is darting around nervously, not knowing what to do.

 

Using a technique that has worked with tigers, I am only vaguely aware of how much I fear dogs as I face the wolf and take a huge, black ear in each hand.  I pin the temples of his skull between my forearms and hold on to his ears as tight as I can.  On the rare occasion I have had to defend myself or someone else with a big cat, this posture was only until the cat understood that I would prevail and the cat would intuitively give up.  I have no such communication with a canine and continued to hold on to save my life and that of my charges.

 

The wolf seemed rabid and was lunging with all of his weight against me, teeth snapping and shining in the moonlight.  His breath was vaporous even in this heat because of the fever that burned within him to kill.  His claws were tearing at me, but I was oblivious to the pain and focused on keeping him from getting away and keeping him from killing me in the meanwhile.  I could still see Zoe dancing around us, too timid to step in.  I could hear Zorro whimper and knew he was still alive.  I tried hard to calculate the situation around me.  I couldn’t protect both dogs if the wolf escaped my grasp.  I couldn’t carry Zorro to safety while defending Zoe.

 

I kicked myself for not being better prepared.  I knew the dangers involved in taking the animals out through uncharted territory.  I could have carried a weapon or done something that would have kept them safe.  I couldn’t think about that now.  I was getting weak.  The sweat and blood dripped from my body as I was being thrashed about hanging onto the head of this beast who seemed to grow larger and stronger by the minute.  My hands were wet and the ears were getting harder and harder to hold.  The teeth lashed closer and closer to my throat.

 

I looked into the blazing, demonic eyes of the wolf and saw nothing but evil glaring back at me.  If I gave up, this “thing” would kill me and the pups for no reason.  I wasn’t going to let that happen.  Hearing Zorro whimper again, I was filled with determination.  I would hold onto this thing until it dropped dead from exhaustion, because what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger…

 

I heard Alan Schreier and the dogs come inside.  I had overslept and Alan Schreier had taken them out for a walk.  I guess the moral of the story is:  Even when the wolf is at the door, hang in there until you prevail.

 

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Music (if any) from Epidemic Sound (http://www.epidemicsound.com) This video is for entertainment purposes only and is my opinion.