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.
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. Continue reading