My boyfriend is in love with a Lycan!

What a beautiful day here this morning - all sunny and bright! I finally got some real sleep, and our little Chili is all better this morning! She's back to being her old self, and she's outside "surveying the property (she always does that... just walks around to make sure everything is "in order"). She walked over to Dewey, our Yellow Lab, and decided that she'd just tell him what she thought of him (she's an independent little dog, and she's never liked him too much, I think because she's so short, and she resents his majestic height). Dewey just looks at her, like "girl, what's your problem"?

Anyway, back to the story of the day: My boyfriend is in love with a wolf! That's right. I said a wolf. And not just any wolf... you see, he was out on a job the other day, and he met this wonderful couple who has two wolves. As soon as he saw them, he walked right over to say hello (he is a total animal person). Now, I'd never have had the courage to have done that, but John did - he just has a way with animals. Any animal (he must have a pure heart, indeed!). The wolves greeted him warmly and made no attempt to eat him at all (thank God). Later, he found out they were rescues.

Now, these were not just any wolves (and I dearly wish I had photos). These wolves were huge! One was part Timberwolf and Malamute and the other was part Siberian Wolf and Norwegian Elkhound. I can't remember which was which, but one of them loved to "talk" (now, the boyfriend is every bit of 6'1"), and this one wolf stood on his back legs and placed his paws on John's shoulders - and looked over his head (yes, John was standing). Now, that would have done me in right then and there, but John was loving it! The lady came outside and said, "Oh, my God! You are supposed to be afraid of them! No one has ever done that"! She could see these two were actually having a great time.

"John's wolf" was an incredibly beautiful animal, and a most impressive beastie. His canines were a full two inches long; his paws were as big as John's fists, and he "talked"! The wolf, while standing with his paws on John's shoulders, would make a snarling noise, and then snuggle up to him like a puppy! I only wish I could have been there to have seen this firsthand, but on the other hand, I'm not sure I could have handled seeing an animal of that size...

John hasn't stopped talking about the wolves since he came home, and if our circumstances were just right, I'm sure he'd have one of his own; however, they need space to run and roam, and although we have plenty of landspace - it would cost a fortune to totally enclose the property to protect the cattle across the road!

Majestic animals, indeed. John really hopes to go back to see the wolves, and if we do, I'll see if I can post some photos. Meanwhile, I am entertained with his marvels with his Lycan sweetie.