I had a hybrid, mixed with a malmute, but it was a very high percentage wolf breed. He was mostly timber wolf. My girlfriend bought him for me after
I had to put down a dog I owned for sixteen years. The wolves name was Makia. I raised him from a cub. When people say that they are difficult to
train, they are telling the truth. Makia was a terror. He literally destroyed most of mine and my roommates furniture. I had a house at the time, at
least for a little while, and while he was small he was somewhat manageable. But he grew and so did his needs. He was not sociable at all. He was
fearful of everybody but me . By the time he was roughly five months old his teeth and jaws were stronger than the Shepard I'd had for sixteen years.
He chewed every pair of shoes I owned to shreds. I even had to go to work one day shoeless because he had eaten my last pair over night.
My roommate had a chow as a pet and we came home one day to what looked like a tornado had ripped through the house. Five gallon plants ripped from
the roots all over the floor. Couch cushions and stuffing mangled throughout the house. Chunks of carpet dug out and ripped apart coffee table
toppled over. Mind you, he wasn't even a third his full grown size and managed to do all that.
For other reasons I had to move, and having little means at the time I had to stay with some friends. That had a six foot block wall surrounding
there yard and at about a year old Makia could clear that fence like it wasn't there. I couldn't keep him contained. I had no business trying to
raise this animal. We had bonded in a huge way, I spent most of my time hiking with him in during the days when I wasn't working. If I left him alone
he would go nuts and drive the neighbors nuts howling, or rather crying. He was by no means a pet.
He had his own mind, and nobody or nothing was going to change that, not even me.
It have few regrets in life, but getting Makia was one of them.
I managed to keep him for three years only. At three years old he was over a hundred pounds and deadly fast. He was clocked three times by animal
control at around fourth miles an hour. They finally saw him jump back in my yard and threatened my roommate with fines if he didn't let them take
him.
They we're going to euthanize him but they had taken him outside there respective jurisdiction and had to give him back. I finally left him on a ranch
out in the country and never looked back.
I know of no circumstances where an average person should ever breed or own a wild animal it's cruel and selfish. Wild creatures are not pets, and
while they can be friendly they can just as easily rip out your throat. Makia never challenged me but if he had , I have no doubt he could have killed
me in a heart beat.
We used to play tag in the park. I would chase him, and then turn around and run the other way and he would stop and chase me back. He would get fifty
yards on me in like ten steps and when I turned to run from him he would be on me like stink on s$&t. I wouldn't get three steps and he would have me
on the ground.
Makia was without a doubt a beautiful creature. And every bit as deadly. He should have never been bred and I should have never agreed to raise
him.
edit on 4-2-2015 by twohawks because: (no reason given)