Remember Ho-Ti? Silver grey and white Alaskan timberwolf. A big fella, he stood thirty-two inches at his shoulder. Such a silly boy. Always laughing. He grew quickly from a clingy pup to a playful adult. We play hide and seek at the foot of the mesa. He can’t stay hidden. He peeks out from behind the pines. “See me. Here I am.” When I return home he jumps seven feet in the air in sheer joy and excitement to
see me again.
I play tapes of wolves howling so he can learn to speak wolf. He loves to sing along, eyeing the door. He looks confused. “Where are they?” We howl together wondering if they will come. At night we sleep side by side. We are almost the same size but he’s taller. His heavy paw thumps across my side. Silken thick fur. He smells like winter.
Poised over gopher hole.
Movement so fast fools the eye
One gulp, gopher gone