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'Disabled with Wolves' by Emma Kemmerer

I was born with a handicap that requires me to walk with crutches for my entire life. It didn't really dawn on me how much this can rest on my self esteem. I am now 27 years old and married to a great man, and we have a four year old son together. About 3 years ago I was going through a very difficult time in my life. See, my mother (my stability) had passed away and I was feeling lost and empty inside. It was hard for me to even get out of bed in the morning...indeed I was depressed.

Then one early afternoon, my husband came home with this little, black, furry bundle in his arms. He then handed me what appeared to be just a puppy. I always wanted a wolf or hybrid as a pet and I wondered why he bought me a domestic. I guess I was disoriented, because this was no ordinary animal. It was in fact a hybrid pup. Not too long after that day, I came out of my shell without even realizing it. I named my new friend Chief Cherokees' Pride AKA Cherokee. Cherokee had filled a void in my life. One that I didn't even know needed filling. Anyone who owns a hybrid probably can understand what came next.

I was busy from that time on. Hybrids really keep you on your toes, so to speak. For me, it was keeping me on my crutches. Now I "had" to get out of bed in the morning and at night and whenever Cherokee needed me. I think my husband knew what he was doing. I was now smiling, laughing and impressed with myself. For I too can do what anyone else can do. I took my pup for walks and gave him baths and we even went camping.

Photo of Cherokee, taken February 17, 1996.
Emma's Cherokee Cherokee is now almost 3 years old and he has proven to be the best friend I could ever have. In his eyes, I am not allowed to get depressed. For when I do, he is right there licking the tears from my eyes and hugging me in his wolfy way. He puts his head on my shoulder and just leaves it there until I smile. I return his hug and hold him so tight as to never let him go. I call him my hero in disguise. I cannot express how much Cherokee has made my life better.

Now that Cherokee is older and much larger (110#), friends and family are amazed at how I even manage. All I tell them is that Cherokee understands my condition and he actually looks out for me. He will walk very carefully around me, as to not knock me over. If he does get too rowdy, I will grab his scruff and push him down and he will lay right down.

Photo of Apache and Emma.
Apache & Emma
In closing, I want to add that my husband and I brought home another hybrid in January 1996. She is Cherokee's sister, whose name is Chenas' Apache Kid AKA Apache.

Now it is time to start all over again in the training and the fun that I had encountered with raising Cherokee (Cherokee is helping me too). My life is fulfilled with all the joy of my family and my babies (Cherokee and Apache).

Emma has shared photos and more stories of her two hybrids in the 'Visit the Ranch' section of The Wolf Dunn.

If you'd like to know more about Emma's wolfdogs or Emma herself, contact her direct at ( XangelX1X@aol.com ) with 'Cherokee' as subject.

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