Raising Wolves

<p>This journey began when my husband asked me to go get his jacket from the car. Just as I put my hand on the car door I saw a small white mound of something lying on his jacket in the passenger seat. In wonderment I realized that mound was a white Artic wolf pup. That day began a love affair with a white ghost of the Artic.</p><p></p><p>That same day began our education of what it's like to live with an extremely intelligent affectionate and energetic Canis lupus arctos.</p><p></p><p>I found the acceptance and warmth I craved from animals unsuccessfully trying to adopt every stray that came along.</p><p></p><p>Miyaca got into their third fight in two days snarling and slashing at each other with bared fangs. They produced no blood.</p><p></p><p>I lost Mani today; the worst day I've spent. Maybe an ad will get her back; I pray and pray. I feel low real low.</p><p></p><p>Wolf haters didn't bother to disguise their feelings; usually they were men. Never overt in their dislike they made it clear with stony expressions and unblinking stares. I gave as good as I got.</p><p></p><p>One time we took Miyaca to Yellowstone National Park stopping to take pictures of a mother moose and her baby. We watched from the motorhome as people crowded around the moose cameras clicking. Someone shouted There's a wolf. Everyone turned and started taking pictures of Miyaca the White Artic Wolf.</p><p></p><p>Many questions were asked about the wolf and we answered all questions.</p>