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Monday, September 22, 2014

Brut a Wolfdog?

Forgive me Brut, for I have fallen in love with another dog.  He is a black wolfdog named Bastas and he has captured me.

The blog is The Wolf Crazies and I'd like to thank Rebekah (My Rotten Dogs) for introducing us and letting my heart be stolen away.  ☺

Have you seen Bastas?  He will take your breath away.  Those glowing eyes surrounded in lush midnight fur will haunt and entice you all with one look.  

It sounds silly, but I feel a real connection to Bastas.  If I ever have a wolfdog, I would want one like him.

I haven't thought about it in a long time, but there's a chance Brut has some wolf in him.  It would explain what I can't explain about him.  How his aggression was so raw and wild and how there always seemed to be another element to it than just his fears.  How I could never quite understand his biting frenzies and how he scared the crap out of me as a young pup.  There was something in his eyes that was untamed and very un-dog like.  I probably wouldn't have noticed so much these "behaviors" transpired as he aged, but at 6,7,8 weeks old it was undeniable. Like letting loose a caged beast.  

A friend of Brut's breeder confirmed the possibility as we were going through Brut's family history.  There's a question mark who his great-grandma is and a wolfdog near by who great-grandpa knew.  How well?  I don't know.  But I do know this, Brut and his four kids we have are all different than Silver.  Silver is the only one of the bunch who is the "dog" of the family even though they are her kids too.  She doesn't fit in with any of them, she is kind of the outsider, except for with Brut.  She is not pack oriented like the rest of them, nor does she have a temper like the rest of them.  

There is a different kind of energy about the kids that is electric like Brut's is.  A fire and ice kind of intensity.  Just as there seems to be a higher sense of evolution with the five of them that Silver doesn't have.  The hierarchy is higher for Brut, Zappa, Fiona, Chance and Blaze that Silver can't seem to grasp it as is the depth of their fierceness and passion that emulates from them.  Silver seems to be at a completely different level and you almost wouldn't know that she is their mother!

And the more I read about Bastas, the more I feel I understand what I couldn't before.  

Take a look at that Black Beauty named Bastas at The Wolf Crazies.  You will see what I mean.   

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Our *NEW* Website!

We've been dragging our paws about sharing our 'new' website because mom hasn't had as much time to work on it lately, but we figure it is getting close to sledding season for those of us in the north, so we are going to unveil the beast!

Here's the link:

And why did we mention dog sledding?  Cause mom was getting questions on how to get started and couldn't answer everything in a simple email.  So she put together this website that has all kinds of valuable info for anyone who is thinking about getting started.  Not only that but you can ask questions and leave comments in the comment section.

We also have a bit about how our family got started and some other great tips and helpful ideas regarding dogs.

It isn't much, but we are awful proud of the dog sledding section and hope you will check it out!

Sunday, August 31, 2014


We'll be back real soon.
Computer had a meltdown.
On it's way to the V-E-T
Hopefully it's get a good shot in the...
LEG.  I was going to say LEG!  BOL!
Please pray to the computer gods, it all comes back all better!
Thank you!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

One more thought on the Brut Whisperer and PTSD

 Can you see the fear in his eyes even at 6 weeks old?

What I sort of understood from the time I got Brut and going through his aggression, was that his aggression was a trigger for my PTSD.  Looking back his aggression stood for everything that was evil and wicked in my childhood abuse.  It sent immense anger, fear, and sheer terror.  And I didn't know how to separate that from Brut, the dog, who also had a horrible puppy hood and was dealing with his own demons of what he went through.  I didn't know at the time I had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, all I knew was that I was reliving my childhood nightmares through flashbacks and memories and Brut was part of that.  Not just for the bad stuff, but also for the good.  For he gave me a strong rock to fall on and a devoted security and protection I never had in a dog before.  Or any living being for that matter.  His love was as fierce and as intense as his aggression and his loyalty was unbreakable.  I couldn"t have asked for a dog like Brut to help me heal through all of those wicked parts of my life only to find that he was given to me with the same sheer terror that I had inside.

 Our all time favorite pic of Brut

Maybe that's why he was sent to me and I to him, to help each other through the abuse we both went through and the fears that have scarred our hearts.  Because with everything I been through with Brut it was more than just a dog and human relationship, we were together to save each others souls.


If you or anyone you know is struggling with PTSD and would like to find out more info about it you can go here:

PTSD Town Forum that will be streaming live at 

on Thursday, August 28, 2014 at 8pm EST.


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The Brut Whisperer

I sat looking at Brut as he looked out over his kingdom.  I could see the expression in his eyes even from where I was sitting.  He had a smile on his face as his large head grazed from side to side, searching the backyard for any signs of critter movement on which to pounce.  Brut's shoulders were down, his haunches relaxed and his eyes were full.  He was one content dog and I caught my breath as I realized the biggest change that had occurred in our relationship, I was talking softly to him, even to the point of whispering.

In the beginning I panicked and ran with fear when this aggressive dog would act out on the other dogs.  I yelled, I screamed, I made a fit of noise to break up fights.  I would get so frustrated that I would stomp my feet and slam doors with anger.  I was ridiculed with fear because Brut was a scary dog and I reacted out of that fear.

I knew raising my voice set Brut off when he was about to attack a dog and I struggled with making myself calm when he was acting up.  Some days Brut was just in a bad mood, testy I call it and he would try to pick fights and test me.

I don't know how else to describe the dynamics that happened with Brut and I, but I wasn't proud of it.  I practiced and practiced to control my tone of voice with him and together we began to heal.

It has been this past year or so that I've discovered the value of a soft tone and whisper have made in my relationship with Brut stronger than ever. 

And this is what I was thinking about as I watched his gentle form stroll over to me.  How the aggressive dog of the bunch quieted my own aggressions inside of me.

Reminder:  PTSD forum

PTSD Town Forum that will be streaming live at 

on Thursday, August 28, 2014 at 8pm EST.