Wolf Dogs with Keara Peterson

"How old were you when you first became interested in your passion?"

My earliest memory of my grandmother’s wolfdogs was when I had wondered into the female’s area and a nearby train began blaring its horn. Natasha used her muzzle to nose me into her dog house and then promptly sat at the entrance blocking my exit. I remember this so clearly because I had a red sucker in my mouth, and I pulled it out and was waiving it about with my arms sticking out beside her head trying to get my grandmother’s attention. I pushed and complained and all I got for my trouble was a fur covered lollipop. When the train had rumbled away in the distance Natasha stood up and let me waddle out. I turned on her and began scolding the mother wolfdog in my sassiest voice. In response Natasha gently took the lollipop out of my hand and ate it. Startled by a new sound I turned to see my grandmother sitting on the back steps laughing at the antics. Later I learned she has been there the whole time and knew Natasha’s temperament with children and had allowed the event to unfold.