Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Dreams of Mice, Men & Wolf Dogs

10 Hours To WD-Day

I had trouble sleeping last night. I should say 'this night', as it's 5.45 am and I'm sitting on the sofa tapping away when I should be in bed.

The main reason for this is, if everything goes according to plan, tomorrow (i.e. today) I will be the proud owner of a wolf dog called Dasco. The pictures you can see on this page are not mine, they are from the Société pour la Protection des Animaux (SPA) site where he is currently living in a cage with some other dog, but not a wolf dog. Dasco is special. Not like other dogs. That's what they tell me anyway. I hope it's true. I don't want a dog like other dogs. How uninteresting would that be?

So, needless to say, I've been doing some wolf dog reseach and finding out as much as I can about them. What a breed, and what a story! Half dog and half wolf, well, not any more, but originally. A cross between a Czech wolf and an alsatian (German shepherd) I think it was, and it looks it too - absolutely magnificent!

I should just note that if you have a wolf dog, you won't learn anything here you don't know about them already. My aim on this little blog is simply to share my stories, pictures and pleasure in having my very own canis lupus more or less familiaris, and hope it proves interesting and entertaining to some of you out there. No more or less.

I'd love to hear from other owners with comments, advice and simple sharing of ideas and experiences. I'm very much alone in this adventure, although Dasco will be joining a family of a couple with a two and a half year old toddler, so I'm crossing my fingers that all goes ok.

I must admit there's just a little apprehension, not least because Dasco is coming from an animal refuge and has apparently been through four families already, through no fault of his own. Things like lack of time and a partner's allergy meant he's been in and out of the refuge for five years, although he doesn't seem to have suffered too much for it.

I've already walked with him on a lead around the compound and a little way outside and it was a pure pleasure for this little kid (me, at 46 y.o.!) whose mother says the saddest thing she ever did was refuse me a dog for practical (=boring) reasons as a real kid. Luckily I don't consciously remember that now, but the desire for a furry friend has never left me and now is the time!

My biggest fear right now is that someone else will get him before I do, as the SPA are refusing to 'reserve' him, as they will basically accept the first 'excellent match' who is able to take him, and timewise things are a little tricky right now. My son has to meet him, which will happen this afternoon, and if all goes according to plan, we'll drive away with him right after that.

Will he stay calmly in the car? Should he go on the back seat or the boot with the back shelf off (Peugeot 207). What does he eat? Will he run away? Will he be calm at home? Ahh, so many questions. I'll keep you posted, and thanks for reading. I'm welcoming myself to the club before anyone else does and can't wait.


  1. Congratulations! I have also always wanted a dog but because we travel so much and already have a (fat and useless) cat we can't get one. If you ever need a doggy sitter let me know! I think having a dog in Paris will be a lot of work, but probably worth it to have a little buddy to go on walks with.

  2. Hey Merly/e?/eMerly ;~S
    Thanks! and congrats to YOU TOO for being my first ever comment on this new blog of mine! It will be a lot of work - I'm starting to see that already, and if you read the next blog post you'll see what I mean...
    "A fat and useless cat"!?! I wonder what he calls you ;-D
    I love cats too, but partner doesn't, and to be honest it's not the same, as you suggest. Cheers :-)

  3. It's Emily but when I signed up for this site six years ago I was a little more obnoxious than I am now and thought it was funny. So put that name on the top of the dog sitter list. First commenter, first to dog sit, non?

  4. It's ok, it's good to have a 'funny' name, I like it. But you're right, it's not actually that funny in the end (I suppose you're all grown up now, right)?
    So you're serious about dog-sitting, I see! Well, there may be times when it's needed, you never know! We're not actually in Paris though, but in the far suburbs, but I'll be going into Paris with Dasco very often, so we can always do coffee & croissant if you're keen to meet him. Cheers!

  5. My friend took care of a husky in Paris for a year (then he moved to Burgundy to a house with a garden), and this reminded me of her sweet boy. Just give your dog enough exercise, and he should be fine.

  6. Thanks Sandra - I'm starting to see the truth of that. Luckily, I desperately need the exercise too to get rid of that 40-something spare tire (TMI?) so we should be helping each other out in that dept.!