Growing up in the late 80s we had lots of crazy pets, I was about 5 or 6 when we adopted a timber wolf (Eastern Wolf) and I named it Babe. I remember it was a baby when we got it (I think it was rescued after a wildfire) and about two years later we had to reintroduce it to the wild. It wasn’t because it tried to hurt us or anything but it was starting to do things like stopping our oldest dog from eating and I think there were complaints from our neighbors (we lived in Gulfport Florida so that stuff happened a lot but could have played into it).
I think back every now and then and remember his coat, it was so thick and soft while still feeling kinda stiff, he slept in the bed with me and we were pretty much inseparable.
Growing up in the late 80s we had lots of crazy pets, I was about 5 or 6 when we adopted a timber wolf (Eastern Wolf) and I named it Babe. I remember it was a baby when we got it (I think it was rescued after a wildfire) and about two years later we had to reintroduce it to the wild. It wasn’t because it tried to hurt us or anything but it was starting to do things like stopping our oldest dog from eating and I think there were complaints from our neighbors (we lived in Gulfport Florida so that stuff happened a lot but could have played into it).
I think back every now and then and remember his coat, it was so thick and soft while still feeling kinda stiff, he slept in the bed with me and we were pretty much inseparable.