Well then, a little more about Maaingan. I was asked if I would take care of him as a puppy for a few days and said yes. The few days turned into months and then years as the fuzzy puppy became a wolf. He bonded with me and tried very hard to be a good dog, but it was also clear that he had wild blood and the instincts of a hunter. He liked sleeping out in the snow as most of the time indoors was too warm for him. He knew he was supposed to leave the herd of Indian ponies alone, but the wolf in him found that impossible to do. He liked to sneak up on them and make them run. If they broke loose out of the coral he would chase them off sometimes miles away into the forest. I spent a lot of time retrieving horses. Finally a time came when chasing and making them run wasn't enough, he began to go for the hamstring and I knew that the wolf in him had overtaken the dog. What started as playing became hunting, following his "call of the wild".
It broke my heart to do it, but I took his life with a shotgun. He died quickly, but it was a hard thing to do. I felt I could not give him away to anyone and had already been feeling uneasy with him being around my kids. As a puppy he was playful, but as a mature wolf he was bonded to me, but no one else. What if he killed a child? What if he turned on an adult? And as for the Indian ponies, the writing was on the wall.
I did a pipe ceremony for him, wishing him well on his spirit's journey home and thanking him for being my friend. I remember feeling anger along with sadness, that some people think it is cool and a kind of status symbol to breed a dog with a wolf. I think it is a crime against nature. He could not help being what he was. I doubt he ever would have been accepted into a wolf pack as he was too much dog. They would have killed and eaten him. And as a dog, he was too much a dangerous wolf to be trusted as a pet. It was an unfair thing to ask of a four legged. All these years later I still feel a sadness for Maaingan.
SB