My Life With A Wolf As A Dog

I'm not a wildlife biologist but a poet who befriended a wolf. Because my three-year-old Samoyed was sick from multiple pancreatitis attacks, I chose a wolf pup to jolt her back to her true rambunctious self. He did. Whenever I didn't take myself too seriously, he embraced me wholeheartedly as if I understood his wry sense of humor. We shared times of head slapping what!, chest thumping thrills*,* risks, eye-popping wonder. His elusive nature never threatened me. He became the buddy I always wanted. Good-natured practical jokes played on me. An empathetic nod whenever no one else was around. A wise soul answering questions I never asked. A wolf who brought a bone to pick with my guru. A memoir to intrigue doubters. To force me listen to the gentler side of our wild instincts.