Hi! I'm a taxidermist.
To me, Nature is God. Without it, we simply would not exist. Conserving the world’s natural spaces and the creatures that live there is paramount to the survival of humans as a species, and I have therefore dedicated my life to studying environmentalism in order to help people co-exist more successfully and sustainably with the natural world.
All natural materials I use in my creations are either sourced from roadkill, Fish and Game, secondhand sources such as fellow artists and estate sales, or are antique. In this way, I'm ensuring that no animals were needlessly killed for the sake of the artwork I produce. I fully believe that no part of any creature should go to waste if a purpose can be found for it, but I do NOT support trophy hunters or overseas fur farms by buying 'byproducts' like bones, skulls, or claws directly from them. The only exception I make for this rule is for parts from animals legally culled for population control programs approved by Fish and Wildlife.
As a photographer and wildlife enthusiast, I've been involved with many fantastic organizations such as Images4Life and Wild Tiger, as well as the Sierra Club and many smaller, local groups.
I've been published, interviewed, and even featured on Rainn Wilson (Dwight from “The Office”)'s personal networking website, SoulPancake.com.
I’ve also been blessed with the opportunity to visit many of the world’s most amazing wild places, like Komodo Island, Bali, Lombok, Malaysia, and the Cayman Islands, and have even documented entirely new species previously unknown to science.
Other interests include: Wilderness survival, primitive skills, backpacking, fishing, kayaking, boffing, airsoft, snowboarding, meandering around town, and caving.
I recall ropes swings and poetry under the bridge; the smell of leather and sweaty, dust-streaked skin. A bonfire crackling as evening falls, its pops and hisses punctuated by an occasional loud slap as he or I suddenly whacks a feeding mosquito on our arms.
The dogs meanwhile, eyes glowing like wolves’, settle down in huckleberry thickets near the fire and doze, waiting for the first light of morning, when they will slip their chains and wander off into the forests to chase deer and elk, longing for blood on their lips.
I have not longed for anything with that same ferocity for a long while. But now, I too feel the need to give chase - to shed my clothes and roll in the earth, covering myself in ashes to hide my scent. I feel the need to run, to break things, to wreak havoc.
To howl and scream and cry, rending the midnight silence so that all the animals in the forest stop their affairs and pause, terrified, then slink off to hide in their dens and burrows for fear of the strange creature which dares to break the unbreakable silence.
In each and every one of us there is an animal. We tame it with the luxuries of wealth and comfort. It grows docile and weak within our hearts until soon, without our knowing, the animal is suddenly tame, unwilling to tread upon earthen ground or swim in swollen rivers.
Remember - do not grow complacent. Do not become too comfortable in your mundane life. The animal in each and every one us needs to feed - on wanderlust and adventure and the dangers of this wild world.
It is a wolfdog and an incredibly beautiful one too! I would consider it to be an upper mid-content wolfdog? The large ears and (what appears to be) a somewhat big and thick body, and sloping back are holding me back from saying high-content. Sometimes it’s hard to determine the upper-mids from lower-highs though!(at least for me). It’s just that in high-contents, you don’t see very many dog traits at all and since I have a couple questionable traits, I’m not sure that it’s a solid high-content.
This is a beautiful pup! I’d say he’s a low-mid to solid mid-content, though. He’s got a very wolfy face, but his body looks a bit more dog-like than a higher-content pup’s does. Here are a few other wolfdogs in the LM-SM content range (with confirmed lineage), for comparison:
tattoosandgeekery said: Drunk or not that’s just wrong! So sorry you had to be subjected to that! You must have a way longer fuse than I do with situations of utter stupidity! I would have snapped!
I would have punched the lady if I’d not been in such a state of shock. It was such a bizarre thing to witness that at first, I didn’t even register what was happening. By the time I did, Andrew had already pulled Jude away from her and she left in a huff. She knew she’d overstepped her bounds and was making a hasty retreat.
Omg that’s horrible, I cannot believe something like that happened!!!! Are you feeling a little more okay now (actually that’s a stupid question wtf how would you ever be okay about that)
Honestly, writing about it helps, because I guess I can see my thoughts spread out in front of me. And I realize now that the reason it bothered me so much is because Jude is more helpless to defend himself from that kind of unwanted advance than I am - or rather, he is used to kisses being a positive experience, and this was just a whole different matter. He had no idea it was wrong or invasive, even if he did seem a little uncomfortable when she actually leaned over him with her whole body.
Frankly, I would literally have felt less bothered about it if some random drunk lady had walked up and kissed me instead of Jude. At least I’d have known how to handle that situation. This was just so beyond anything I ever expected that the craziness of it alone was jarring.
…but I still feel, weird? violated? I have no idea what the correct term for my feelings on this may be, but I seriously need to get it off my chest and into the open.
Andrew and some friends and I were walking around Portland when I spotted my friend Alejandro doing some of his dances on the waterfront. We sat down to watch him as folks from the local brew festival milled by, clapping and cheering for Alex as he danced.
I had Jude with me, as usual. He was laying down beside me when this lady, obviously drunk, crawls over to sit with us. She’s petting Jude, who doesn’t seem to mind, so I’m thinking, “She’s drunk and just wants to pet the pretty puppy. We can put up with that for a bit.”
But then this lady starts letting Jude lick her face, and, much to my utter amazement, she starts licking him back - with her tongue, on his tongue, literally in his mouth. This lady is literally making out with my dog.
I put an arm around Jude’s neck and pulled him away from the crazy drunk lady, but she re-adjusted herself so that she was now leaning over both of us, trying to continue this inter-species make-out session. I’m already leaning as far away from her as I can, and short of physically pushing her face away from Jude, there’s not much more I can do in that moment. I mean, I am completely stunned. I have no idea how to handle this situation, and I’m about to smack a drunk lady for violating my dog.
Thankfully, Andrew saw what was happening, too. He grabbed Jude by the haunches and pulled him aggressively away from the lady. She nearly fell on top of me at this point, called Andrew a “bitch” for taking Jude away from her, and quickly stumbled away into the bustling crowd again.
I felt kind of sick to my stomach. Andrew and I were in a joint state of disbelief. The lady was drunk, yes, but it was still disturbing to see, and it was made even moreso by how hostile the woman became toward us when we tried to bar her from advancing on Jude any further. She seemed to know what she was doing, and was mad as us when we made it clear to her that it was unacceptable.
Jude, of course, had no notion that he’d just been violated, so was no worse for wear. But the mamma bear in me was very close to wreaking some serious havoc before Andrew intervened. I’d be happy to live the rest of my life never having to see anything like that ever again.
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I had a lady tell me once that she thought her purebred GSD might be part wolf because it howled at the moon and had dew claws. The ideas that people get in their heads about these animals are really just mind-numbingly absurd.
Sometimes, the best way to deal with it is to simply laugh. Loudly. Possibly with a look of pure insanity on your face, so that hopefully the people spouting said absurdities will back away slowly and never talk to you again.
Check out George Roger’s Park! It’s an amazing little place by the river, where I used to take Cabal when he was a puppy. There are creeks and waterfalls and LOTS of amazing wildlife there, including osprey, bald eagles, salmon, and sometimes even sea lions which travel up river from the Pacific.
Wolfdogs are not necessarily more ‘dangerous’ in the sense that they are more prone to attack or hurt people. But they are very destructive, high-maintenance animals which require very special care, and, given their primitive nature, they are often capable of doing much more damage than a typical dog in the event that things do get out of hand. That added responsibility is not something most people want in a pet.
So the short of it is: Wolfdogs are not good pets. They *may* be good companions for *some* very well-educated people who dedicate their lives to them, but these are folks who literally breathe, sweat, and bleed everything wolfdog. They are the kinds of people who literally change every aspect of their lives for the sake of the animals in their care.
The only reason I’m able to manage Jude is because, first and foremost, he’s a low-content animal, and I’m privileged enough to work from home, own my own property, drive my own truck, and have a vet who’s willing to go the extra mile for us on account of Jude’s unique heritage. You can read more about my life with Jude HERE.