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Lewner Here's Lewner ... my very first WD. He came into our lives at 3 weeks old in Sept., 1989. He's been both a joy and a challenge to live with. We learned so much about ourselves through him, and developed many skills we didn't really have before ... like patience and acceptance.

We made many mistakes with him, but we're all still intact. He's basically an inside creature -- okay, a couch potato. Since he sleeps with us (I know it's wrong, but it's too late to change after 11 years), my husband had to build us a king-size bed so we could all be comfortable.

He accepts any kind of canine we bring in (I pet sit in my home) as long as they don't try to play with him too much -- that GSD attitude of "thou shalt not play." What a guy -- I hope he's as happy with us as we are with him. Well, he looks like he is.

Little Foot, Fenwrist, YukonIn this picture, from left to right we have...

Little Foot, who came to me four years ago through my farrier. She had been adopted by a doctor in GA during a hunting trip to AL, where he bought her. After having her less than a year, he and his wife separated; and he was forced to leave his 70 acre farm in GA. Of course, Little Foot would be able to fend for herself since she was half wolf, he surmised. My farrier told me about it, and I agreed to see her; and after meeting her, I said I'd take her home and find her a good family to live with. That was four years ago. Her 'good family' has been my husband and me, Fenwrist (a 3-legged hound/husky/GSD mix) and since Sept., Yukon.

In the middle is Fenwrist, our neighbor's dog, who 'lived' at our house for reasons I'll not go into. He got shot, we got him fixed (had to have his leg amputated due to terrible infection), and he's been wonderful. He's even 'learned' to howl.

Yukon On the right is Yukon, an approximately 2 year old neutered male. He came to me through the county shelter after my name was given to them through my vet. I had just lost my lovely Salem (75% WD) to cancer 5 days previous to their call, so I really wasn't wanting another canine at the moment. But, it was his 'last day,' they said, and wouldn't quit talking. I agreed to go see him, praying all the while for the Universe to guide me as to my path. After putting him through every test I could think of, he came home with me. And, what a joy he has been. I think Salem would have approved. Yukon is going to accompany me to my very first dog training class at our community college. Since he is so gentle and social, I think he'll make a find ambassador WD.

Yukon is our new 'clown.' He is hilarious, always trying to start something with Little Foot and Fenwrist, and usually succeeding. He's about the most submissive canine we have, although he seems to have no fear. Maybe he's learned being on top isn't all that important in life. He is developing a lovely song, very similar to our departed Salem's music. Another blessing ... we are so fortunate to have Yukon in our lives.

Little FootTo the right is another photo of Little Foot. We're told she is half wolf and half sled dog, but my guess is she has a lot lower wolf content.

She came to us as a rescue, and we've been privileged to share life with her for the past almost five years. Such a lovely personality, but still no pushover -- she keeps her two boys (Yukon and Fenwrist) in tow.

The only thing she needs work on is her song. Try as she might, she still sounds like a maniacal violin when she howls. But, she sure has fun doing it ... so I just consider it that she's making a 'joyful noise.'

Salem Salem This is Salem, who we received at age 13 months. We were blessed to share our lives with her until she was 7-1/2 years old, when she died of cancer in Aug., 2000. Salem was the clown of the family -- such a happy girl, considering her health problems of ongoing gastroenteritis, which caused her to vomit about one out of every five meals. Her song was the purest I've ever heard, bar none.

The night before she left us, she somehow summoned her strength to give us some wonderful memories. She trotted around the house, ate about 5 pounds of raw sirloin steak (and kept it down), and even managed to jump on the bed. As my husband and I took turns telling her goodbye, she stared into our eyes with her beautiful yellow eyes, telling us it was ok and she wanted to go. The next morning, she couldn't hold up her head for weakness. She'd given all she had to give.

She gave one more gift after her death, though. I felt her blessing as I took Yukon to her grave. Yukon came to us as a rescue only five days after losing our Salem. And, I think she's continuing to give today through somehow infusing Yukon with her lovely spirit. Here's to Salem.

Lewner howling

This is Lewner again, doing what he loves to do. Although he is only about 50% (actual number on his papers is 58%), he's the best howler we currently have. His baritone is awesome.

Ginger Lewis is 'owned' by the critters you see pictured. To contact her, e-mail ( ) with 'Lewner' as subject.

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