Quote: GEEEEEZZZ...it sounds like dog-training or something! Bad Wolf, get down off the couch! Good Wolfie, here's a scratch behind the ears. Bad Boy, get down off that woman's leg! Good boy, come get a Scooby Snack.
Your dog analogy, and the fact that your H is called "Wolfie", brought this memory to mind.
I had an encounter when I was sixteen and still living with my parents.
It was in the dead of winter on a dirt road that ran along the edges of our ranch way up in the Rockies. I was approached by an unusual wolf. He was a stunning sight as he glowed in the Montana moonlight, covered completely in white, glistening fur. He stared at me as though he knew me, and showed no fear as I slowly rode past him. He was so close, that if I had had the window down, I probably could have touched him.
He appeared once again nearly a mile away, close to the road as before, and I possessed a moment of unwavering knowledge - that he was waiting there for me. (I have yet been able to figure out how he beat me to that place so far up the road - and why?) He stood there very still as I slowly approached, and I was completely taken in by his wild and unconquerable eyes as he stared squarely into mine.
That experience is burned into my memory and lives on inside of me.
And because this happened in the same month and year as my H's birth, (not sure if it was the same day - can't remember things like that) and because my H has a strong affinity for wolves - I dubbed him my "White Wolf".
