Monsters Created in the La-Bore-a-tory

Got to put on my ID dog tag. Yes, this is Jay, not Jennifer. Poor thing! She’s been going, going, going taking care of her elderly friends nearly every day this week. She’s in bed after an exhausting day, and I offered to take her article today.

WAIT! Don’t go way! I promise I have some interesting things to talk about!

I swear it was last Halloween when I caught Jennifer down in her secret laboratory. There were a big metal operating table, flashing lights on electronic medical machinery, and surges of electricity zapping between nodes on each side of the table.

(You have to pronounce it la-BORE-a-tory for this illustration)

The LA-BORE-A-TORY was deep inside a cave a hundred yards behind the kennel cabins. I couldn’t even believe our measly solar panels projected so much electricity for my wife’s experiment.

Jennifer, in her white lab coat and fluffed up hair was working on her new creation. She must have been putting together the perfect dog.

“IT’S ALIVE!!!!”

Her voice echoed off the cave walls rumbling the earth at its core.

I believe that’s how Yeti came into the world. How else could I own such a perfect dog? If you think I’m just biased, let me illustrate:

Last Sunday, I took Yeti on our weekly outing. Sunday is now Yeti Day. Jenn has her movie making projects that day and it’s good for both of us for me to be NOT in her way all day.

I put on my “Yeti or Not, Adventure Awaits” T-shirt and placed a dog bed back into the car. I called Yeti out of the kennel (she hasn’t been in the house since all the litters were born). HO BOY, was she excited! She knows the drill. Hop up and down letting me know how happy she is, then into the car the moment the side door opens.

We took a trip into the higher mountains, a place called Sherman Pass. It sits northwest of Fruitland on a route to a secluded town called Republic. Republic is about spitting distance from the Canadian border.

Driving up to the pass, I explored every sign that had a trailhead symbol. Yeti and I hiked just about a half mile on each trail that presented itself (or when the trail got too steep, heh-heh!).

As Yeti and I stopped at every trailhead, I would watch her behavior…

And just be amazed.

No, I’m not just talking up my favorite dog. Yeti is the most amazing dog I have ever seen. And that is really saying something!

I don’t believe she’s any better than your dog. But she is DEFINITELY BETTER than dogs we used to breed. Jennifer is doing something right.

Case in point. You all know how amazing Cricket was. She was my everything. You read her story in Jennifer’s Philosophy book, how she out performed fourteen certified search and rescue dogs in a multi-faceted training exercise.

I spent hundreds of hours training Cricket to reach that level. She was my pride and joy. She had earned it.

But Cricket required way more training than Yeti. That’s the difference. Yeti does everything I ask her and I have spent way less time training!

Hiiking with Yeti, I noticed things. She did not pull on the leash. That was a constant point of contention between me and Cricket. Yeti comes EVERY TIME I call her. Cricket always came, but it was with a head bowing reluctance. Yeti comes as if calling her to me is as wonderful as Christmas morning gift opening.

She stayed close on our walks. She did not attempt to go after critters. She has this awareness that stretches to the world surrounding us while at the same time always aware of me.

She and I have a pure understanding of each other. She loves seeing me pleased with her. It is what she lives for.

The point of all of this, is that I believe the puppies and dogs of present generations are far and away BETTER than those we bred years ago. This would not necessarily include our outcrosses, Yeti is an F5, after all.

So, if you’re thinking about one of our puppies, this is the best time to get one. As I look in on Gracie’s HARVEST litter, they’re adorned with beautiful black coats (and charcoal grays) in such contrast to Gracie’s pure white coat. Their temperament is amazing. Oh and their eyes and ears are now open.

Then I peek over at Syrenka’s MUSCLE CAR litter. Same story except for their coloring. Beautiful combinations of light, Essex style fur to the pure white of Challenger to silver black.

Inside the house, Albretta rests inside her whelping pen. Her babies were the last to be born, that’s why she has the special privilege of being inside the house. Gracie and Syrenka started out there.

Albretta’s MOUNTAIN PEAKS litter is just as amazing in coloring and temperament as her nursery cabin counterparts.

But!…

These are Yeti’s siblings! Although I doubt Albretta’s puppies are any better than Syrenka’s or Gracies, there is proof in this pudding. Yeti was born of the same two parents only Yeti was born and raised all alone. I am curious about how many of these pups will be just like my special girl.

In the coming year, I might just take Everest along with me on Yeti Day. Imagine those two with their pure white coats turning eyes everywhere we go! Yeti already does that.

So, if you’ve been waiting for that perfect time to get a puppy, this time IS that perfect time! You will receive the best the Dire Wolf Project has ever had to offer.

And I promise that none of these puppies were assembled in some La-bore-a-tory… including my Yeti. But they are part of the genius work of what must be from some master breeder!

…(I wonder who that could be…hmmm.)

Oh, and that master breeder told me to tell you there are no more calendars available. Good work, Jodi-Lynn for putting together amazing calendars!

Take a look at some amazing puppies!  

https://direwolfdogs.com/dogs-for-sale/future-litters/

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.