Blue And The Wolf


Every couple of days I take Blue out to the woods so he can run and hunt. I take him for little walks to the field/woods across the street, but he has to stay on leash when we’re in town. He kind of can’t be trusted with certain liberties, like freedom or a short garbage cans. He also can’t be trusted when we go out to where we do our runs, but there isn’t as much traffic on the road there, and he usually runs in the same direction I walk.

I left him on his leash one day last week, because I was trying to get him further from the road before freeing him. As we crested the first knoll, I squinted at something down the field a little ways. I had left my glasses in the car for some reason, but I could tell it was an animal, and a pretty big one. I went a little bit closer, because I thought it might be a farmers dog. There are many within a mile of there, so it’s quite possible that they might be roaming around these fields. As I approached, it looked up at us and I could see that it was eating something, but I didn’t know what. I could also see that it was a wolf.

Blue wouldn't stand a chance.(photo from

Blue wouldn’t stand a chance.
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Luckily for me, Blue was snuffling around at the edge of the woods and didn’t notice it, so I slowly turned around and started back up the field towards the car. I kept looking back, making sure it wasn’t chasing us down. It wasn’t, but it hadn’t gone back to eating yet either. It just watched us walk away.

We got back to the car with me getting my adrenaline under control, and Blue seeming to sense something was wrong. There had been all kinds of sign throughout the summer and fall, but I always just figured they were coyotes and wouldn’t bother with us. Oh well, it was time to go home anyway.

If you were to say that Blue and I have a bond, you would be grossly understating our relationship. Mrs. Birdman says that she’s never seen a dog love someone as much as he loves me. I don’t know if it’s true, because I think that all true dog people have these connections with their pooches, but who can really gauge puppy love?

I tell you this to ramp up to our next run at the same place.

It had rained, so I parked the car on the side of the road, instead of in the field like I normally would. We started into the bush, because the field is slippery if it’s at all wet, and I didn’t want to be sliding down the hills. I let Blue off the leash and he skittered away in search of excitement and adventure. I saw some drier looking spots out in the clearing, so I trudged through the wet grass until I got into the open. I whistled a couple of times for Blue, but he didn’t come. Big surprise there.<—– (sarcasm) He actually got pretty good at coming when we were in obedience class, but there wasn’t things to hunt there, so we didn’t get to work on that distraction.

We must have been going to, or coming back from camping.

We must have been going to, or coming back from camping.

I started to play Medieval Castle Defense to kill time while I waited for Blue to get tired, but then I heard him start barking. It wasn’t his usual bark, like when he thinks he’s hot on the trail of a squirrel or a coon, but more of a distressed, but aggressive bark. I started walking that way, when the barks turned to yelps of pain and I could hear him fighting something. Now I was running as fast as my legs could take me. I came through a bunch of sumacs and pine trees to see the wolf shaking Blue by the back of his neck. He had to be at least twice as big as my poor little hound.

I don’t even remember thinking anything, I just remember running and kicking his chest and feeling ribs crack. He was up faster than I could believe was possible and then leapt on top of me, knocking me backwards into the branches of a pine tree.I was scared shitless in an instant, but didn’t have time to think about it. He was snarling and snapping at my face on the way down, but luckily never connected. Foamy, pink spit was spraying all over, and I couldn’t get my arms out from under his heavy flailing legs. The smell was disgusting. It was like rotting meat mixed with burning hair. I heard a growl and he turned back to where Blue was viciously attacking him from behind and that gave me the time and space I needed to get my right arm free. As he turned back I shoved my thumb right inside his eye socket and he let out this awful shrieking howl with his jaws wide open. I tried to get him over so I could get on top, but the thrashing was too violent and then he got free and bolted into the woods.

Car rides are his second favourite.

Car rides are his second favourite.

I don’t know how he didn’t die instantly, because my thumb is probably two inches long to where I had buried it, but he didn’t, and I wasn’t about to go chasing him. I spun around to see Blue back on the ground with his neck bleeding really bad and his stomach torn open. I took my coat off and put him in it, trying to slow the flow of blood from his belly, because it seemed worse than his neck. I ran to the car with him in my arms, and I assume we would have made it to the vet clinic in time, had we needed to go.

We didn’t, because the last part never really happened. It’s one of the many visions I have in any given day. I call them scenarios, and I assumed that everyone had them. I thought that’s what a day dream was. I wouldn’t have even mentioned it, but Mrs. B has recently made me aware of the fact that she doesn’t know of anyone that has them, and that she thinks it’s kind of rare. I highly doubt that it is, but I thought I would explain it, and see if anyone else gets these same type of visions. Just to see if I’m any kind of crazy or not. Hey, there might be some happy pills in my future. You never know.

I find it amazing that the mind can watch a “head movie” that is hours long and vivid, but in reality it’s over in seconds. That’s just how I’ve always seen things. Memories, dreams, and these scenarios. I find it odd that not everyone does. I guess it’s just not something that comes up in conversation, because I just assume it’s normal.

Anyhow, I’m going to try and make notes when they happen and maybe write them down to one day make a book or something out of them. I probably won’t remember, because it’s just the way it’s always been, but I’ll try. Maybe I can figure out how to control them, and it will help me to focus on things, instead of always being off in left field all the time.

So… what about you? Do you have scenarios playing in your head all the time? Ever? When you have a memory, is it video, photos, or maybe just a feeling?

This is kind of like Therapy Thursday, but for me, and there are no frozen bricks of shit.

Well that’s all right, this premonition is killin’ me,


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19 thoughts on “Blue And The Wolf

  1. You totally suck. I was getting really, REALLY upset for a little bit, there! (Until I got to the part about you sticking your thumb in the wolf’s eye. Then I pretty much figured out it was a dream sequence…)

    (Oh, and I occasionally get them, but usually only when I’m sleeping.)

  2. Yup. Here I was all worried about you and Blue. Damn you tell a good story! Nice job Birdman!

    I have those dreams all the time. Mine have naked women in them though. DOes that count?

  3. OMG!!! You had me so scared! I kept thinking “omg, please let this just be a story!” My heart was in my throat! There is nothing like the bond between a dog and their owner, Thank Gosh Blue is ok!

  4. I definitely have these all the time. Some of them are pretty fucked up too.

    I’m mad at you for scaring me so much there, though! I’m relieved that both you and Blue are okay, even though you didn’t actually go through the ordeal.

  5. I read this when you first posted it but forgot to leave a comment. I suck at that. Anyways, that’s the true measure of a writer, is being able to pass off fiction as non-fiction, and you really had me going. A smell like rotting meat and burnt hair… that’s one hell of a vivid description.

    I see head movies all the time. In fact, all of my books are just one big head movie. Show me any scene in any of my books, and I can tell you the exact angle I see it being filmed at. It never changes, no matter how many years it’s been. I’m quirky like that.

    Oh, and after reading this, I feel like I should pass along the advice from our HOA’s local newsletter: “Do not let your dogs play with coyotes! Coyotes are not friendly animals and they can seriously injure your dogs!”

    That is a word for word transcription, and no, I’m not kidding you.

    • Thanks, whichever of you wrote this. I suppose that’s what makes us put our words down, huh? Either way, I’m glad you do it.

      Oh, and don’t listen to that newsletter, because I play with coyotes all the time. I give them baths in the creek.

      In my head.

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