Women are all the same

Caught your eye on this one? Well, normally you would think I was talking about humans but I am not! With our pack at Howling Pines, we have 5 males and 3 females. The wolves are all related except Takota the "adopted" one and of course Yawa and Asher came from different dens. When all eight wolves were together many years ago, they ran rampent thru the doorways to adjoining kennels. The game was to chase one as if it was the target(imitatiing they are a deer I suppose), and the rest joined in the chase and kocking each other down to get to the throat of a sibling that was in the lead. Sounds familiar to children in a household doesn't it? Then the captured wolf who ends up on its back submittingly gives up as its siblings are nipping at its tail and legs. It's all in fun mind you but well there are times I have seen this turn into a scrap or two. Well eventually the pack got a little too wild and Takota our adopted female, who is 73% wolf and 27% Malamute, got a rip on her hip and it took a few stitches and cost a few dollars. So we gave Takota her own run. She at one time was the babysitter for the pups. But her small amount of dog in her genetics gave her mannerisms of a dog when we tried to train her. She is still a wild girl but we have been able to tame her enough to be social with people and the car ride to the vet.

Here is Takota, in the picture.

You know how women fight? Well, in the pack that also happens. Weeko our "Little Girl" as her name means, is in her own kennel. She also has no respect for other females and would rather kill them then get along during mating season. Even tho all the wolves have now been sterilized, they still fight with other females to rule the roost. Weeko still challenges her mother thru the fence that separates them. You would be surprised how much hatred they have for each other. Sound familiar? I suppose all daughters must rear up and let mothers know they are grown and have their own ideas on what is right for them.

As a mother and a grandmother, life has shown me that we can live together for a while, but ultimately we make our own home. As I watched my daughter grow up, I was warning her all the time about life, now that she is all grown up it is her turn to pass on the wisdom and warnings of life to her daughter.

My days as a mother are unending, however my place in the pack is no longer as ruler. It is now my pleasure to watch my young raise their young. It is as if I can only see a glimmer of all the light that shines in them. I must wait for a visi,t for then the pleasure of their busy lives are shared with me. It is in their time and moment that life stands still.