Building the Fence

Hello again, people. 

I'm blogging so much right now because I have oh-so much work to do which means I'm compelled to procrastinate big time. 

This weekend was quite eventful, and I want to share my Saturday with you. 

We're well into autumn here in Southern Alberta and we've been blessed with a gorgeous, long lasting Indian Summer (God feels bad about dumping snow on us in summer). Here at Castle Lakie, we decided to make the most of the beautiful weather. 

My friend and I decided to go out to the local Wolf Dog sanctuary. I'm doing an article on the sanctuary for a news assignment, and my friend, who is my manager at the pet shop, is of course a big time dog lover. So we went on a date and patted some wolf dogs.

making friends

Our visit to the Yamnuska Wolf Dog Sanctuary was actually really educational. For $40 we had a 50 minute long "tour" of the sanctuary. We got to sit in one of the enclosures and watch the wolf dogs, and handed them out some treats. What I liked most about the experience was what I learned. 

When I was a child, I saw this movie called The Never Ending Story. I was utterly horrified with one of the characters, the black werewolf named G'mork, or, "the Creature of Darkness." 

I have nightmares about this motherfucker to this day.

This demonic death wolf has occupied my nightmares since I was 6 or 7 years old. To this day I will occasionally wake up screaming, wrapped in the sheets in a cold sweat because this thing is lurking in my dreams. I'm not even kidding or exaggerating, I find this "G'mork" to be utterly terrifying and it makes me queasy to google pictures of that fucker. 

How 'bout another because I like to torture myself? Oh yeah, he talks.

Right, so because of this thing, I've grown up with this fear of wolves and big black dogs that look like wolves. To me, there is nothing scarier.

Me, every time the Never Ending Story is on TV.

Of course I was happy and excited to see the wolf dogs, but part of me was wary and, I'll admit, a bit scared. However, learning so much about High and low content wolf dogs was really interesting, and getting to pat some of them made it a bit better. 

 

I learned that wolves really don't like dogs- not at all. Breeding is hardly on a wolf's to-do list when they see a dog. However, it happens where people intentionally breed dogs with wolves, thus creating "wolf dogs".  The Low Content Wolf Dogs (more dog than wolf) were friendly and ate treats out of our hands and let us pat them. The High Content Wolf Dogs (more wolf than dog) wouldn't come too close to us, wouldn't eat treats out of our hands, and were skittish and wary when we moved too quick. 

This is Zeus, a high content wolf dog (he was my favorite)

After taking some photos and learning lots about wolf dogs, Steph and I headed back to my place to watch the boys build the fence and pat the horses. 

Boyfriend spent the day with my dad, and they were supposed to be building a fence. We're still pretty new to this whole farmer thing, and our inexperience showed when Dad and Boyfriend tried building a fence together. 

A day of hard work and a couple pegs to show for it.

Dad + boyfriend + tractor + heavy machinery = broken things

"Let's build it going that way."

"Hmm. Looks like we broke the post pounder."

They did actually break the post pounder. I felt so bad for them. 

This was my contribution to the fence.

Both were in a pretty bad mood by the end of the day. I was hoping that they were bonding or something but they were really just breaking heavy machinery and stuff. #Farmerhood

Fuck this I'm going home.

We will revisit this fence problem on a later date. 

-Captain Lakie