An expectant mother's connection

LaBrea Evans

On a crisp autumn evening, after the dogs had been fed, I found myself engrossed in the routine of making sure their water bowls were clean and filled.

The air was tinged with the scent of fallen leaves, and the sky painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun bid farewell for the day.

As I moved from pen to pen, ensuring each Dire Wolf Project member was content, I felt a pair of eyes on me.

There she was, Jesse, the short-haired golden sable beauty of the pack, sitting with poise and fixating her gaze upon me from across the pen. Her yellow eyes were like lanterns in the gathering dusk, and they seemed to implore me to pay attention.

With a thoughtful pause, I met her gaze.

In that instant, she parted her lips in a silent expression, her eyes sparkling with a depth of gratitude that resonated in my heart.

Longing and concern knitted together on her face as she sauntered over to the fence, her head hanging low as if carrying a weight of unspoken words.

She looked up at me, her yellow eyes peering into the depths of my soul.

They revealed a vulnerability that begged for understanding.

Sitting near the fence, she leaned against the bars, and with a somber motion, turned her head away from me.

It was then that I sensed a shift in the air… a subtle change in her demeanor.

Intuition whispered that something was different for her, something she couldn't quite comprehend.

As my thoughts unfolded trying to understand, I figured it.

Jesse’s body was changing.

She told me in her own intimate way.

This was to be Jesse's first pregnancy, a journey into the unknown that often brings a mix of anticipation and confusion for new expectant mothers.

Leaning down, I held the hose in one hand and reached out to pet her with the other.

With a gentle touch, I conveyed my understanding of her unspoken plea.

Her fur beneath my fingers felt like a connection, a bridge between us.

She let out a deep sigh, a release of emotions, and slowly turned her head to look up at me.

In that moment, our silent conversation deepened, and she leaned more into the fence, compelling me to continue petting her.

As I glided my hand down her fur, the unspoken understanding between us solidified.

She had communicated her condition not through physical signs, but through the language of emotions.

It was a silent dialogue that only those who take the time to know these American Dirus dogs as individuals can truly comprehend.

Jesse's expressive demeanor spoke volumes.

In that quiet evening, we shared a moment of connection that transcended words—a moment where her silent plea and my attentive response forged a bond that would carry us through the upcoming journey of her first pregnancy.

Jesse’s litter is called the Giants Litter because the puppies will all be giant in size, standing 29 to 31 inches tall at the shoulders and weighing 100 - 135 lbs.

You can learn more about the Giants Litter here:

https://direwolfdogs.com/litters/15/

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PS: Will you be able to save her

and discover what she’s found?

LaBrea is coming!

Jennifer Stoeckl is the co-founder of the Dire Wolf Project, founder of the DireWolf Guardians American Dirus Dog Training Program, and owner/operator of DireWolf Dogs of Vallecito. She lives in the beautiful inland northwest among the Ponderosa pine forests with her pack of American Dirus dogs.

LaBrea Evans

Jesse running through the forest.

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