It reminds me of my life with a wolf dog. I will get to the lost part in a bit, but I have to set the stage for this part of my life... I was a garbage man in Prescott AZ and on Tuesdays and Fridays the route would take me out into the woods where I lived. We would turn left on a road, my house was on the right, and we would go all the way to the end of the road, and those folks had a full blown silver timber wolf. She was huge.That wolf could jump up put her front legs on my shoulders and lick my face. Every Tuesday and Friday when I would go out there to pick up their garbage this wolf would be waiting for me. I would hop off the truck, I rode on the back, and run for my life out into the woods. This beautiful wolf would come running at full speed and tackle me, knock me to the ground and lick me to death LOL. We did this for two years. After the 2 years she had pups, and the owners watching our play days twice a week, asked me if I wanted the pick of the litter. WELL HELL YES I would... So I got me my first wolf dog. I named him partner..........
We grew up for a couple years and me and partner went out to thumb butt park, outside of Prescott and someone had fireworks, and that scared the heck out of partner....................This is where the lost dog comes in, part one.........Anyway I looked and looked and couldn’t find him and I had to get back to PHX for work where we moved after Prescott. Two days later my Friend Jeff called and said, you wont believe who is on my door step,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,It was partner. He found my friend who lived like 10 miles from that park on the other side of Prescott in a really nice neighborhood, where Jeff lived,,,,,TOO COOL,,,,,,,,,
Next part. We moved to Phx, and I was cutting firewood for a living, 150 miles from home up on the Mogollon rim in AZ,,,,,,,, I took Partner with me and he went out looking for friends out in the woods. AGAIN I had to get back to PHX. I went back up in two days and Partner was sitting right where we cut the last cord of wood. What an amazing animal..........
Part 3. Partner and I moved to S dak and I was working at the homestake gold mine for 3.5 years. Partner lived in the house with me and when he wanted outside he would scratch at the door and the same when he wanted back in. WELL one day he scratched crazy at the door I let him out and he took off up the mountain. He got like half ways up, stopped, turned around and said ...It has been real Rick but I’m going back to the wild.......... Last time I ever saw Partner. That was one of the greatest times of my life.............. Wolf dogs know what you are thinking before you do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Realist - Everybody in America is soft, and hates conflict. The cure for this, both in politics and social life, is the same -- hardihood. Give them raw truth.
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