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This Awesome Thing My Blog Buddy Did

Remember when the wolf sat in my lap? That flippin’ rocked.

Awww...my little Cocoa.

Zombie Princess Leia over at Fix It or Deal visited the Seacrest Wolf Preserve as well. You should check out her post because she rubbed a wolf tummy.

Reading her post made me miss my lap wolf, Cocoa. I can’t wait to go back for more wolf snuggling!

But it also made me think about how much I love animals. Except birds. And snakes. And bugs.

My 30 Before 30 list is nearly complete. What animals can I visit for my 35 Before 35 list? (Yes, I’ve slowly been drafting my next list.) Maybe a dolphin? In China you can play with a baby panda…but flying to China is a bit out of my price range.

Anyone have any animal suggestions?

this awesome thing I did The day after Christmas, me, my husband and my sister did something amazing.  It would have been more amazing if the temperature wasn’t two degrees above absolute zero, but I won’t ruin the moment with bitching.  We drove about an hour north of my mom’s to the Seacrest Wolf Preserve in Chipley, FL.  I found out about this wonderful place via the equally wonderful Thoughts Appear’s Blog.  She had such a great experience there and when I found out … Read More


Wolves Are the New Lap Dogs

The Seacrest Wolf Preserve offers a one-of-a-kind experience: a visit to the wolf’s world. For a few hours, I became part of the wolf pack, and those wolves welcomed me with open paws.

Before entering wolf territory, here’s what you need to know:

  • Wolves give muzzle greetings. Just like a dog. They want to lick and maybe even softly bite your face.
  • Wolves also like to greet your hands…with their mouths. Think of it as a handshake….with teeth.
  • No quick or sharp movements. It’ll scare the wolves. (Really? I’m going to scare a wolf?)
  • No loose items allowed except your disposable camera.
  • Wolves like hoodies. Hoods are toys.

This is Koko (but let’s spell it as “Cocoa”). Isn’t she gorgeous? I love her. I wanted her to come home with me. I’m pretty sure the feeling was mutual.

In the first wolf pack, I got to pet Kiowa and Teton, and I thought, “That’s it. I petted a wolf.” I even turned to Princess and said, “Mission accomplished. 30 Before 30 item completed.” 

How was I to know these wolves would take my experience one step further?

Upon visiting the second wolf pack, Cocoa gave me a muzzle greeting, played with my hoodie, and then made herself at home on my lap.

ON MY LAP.

And there she sat while I petted her with one hand and she lightly gnawed on my other hand. It was like she was teething. Her light biting didn’t hurt at all.

Cocoa sat on my lap for a few minutes. It seemed like an eternity. I loved every second of it.

After visiting with Cocoa, we headed over to see the Seacrest puppies. Only they weren’t so puppish any more. We weren’t allowed inside with them because they were so rambunctious.

Next up was Spirit’s pack: the Arctic wolves. One wolf, Celeste, was particularly excited to see us. She made the rounds and greeted everyone in our group.

The wolf encounter was amazing. Not only did I get the physical interaction with the wolves, it was also a nice mix of education (I learned that wolves are a keystone species) and personalized stories (one Seacrest wolf can flat foot jump an 8-foot fence).

If you’re in FL (or even if you’re not), I’d recommend checking out the wolves. It was $15, and I spent about 2.5-3 hours in the wolf enclosures.

It was truly an unforgettable and one-of-a-kind experience that I’ll never forget…and can’t wait to do again!


#30. Pet a Wolf

Know what I did this weekend? Snuggled with a wolf at the Seacrest Wolf Preserve.

Move over, Taylor Lautner, these wolves are cooler. And, you know, real.

This is the first wolf that I touched at the preserve.

The one snarling and biting the other one. I  petted him. When I do something, I don’t half ass it.

That old guy isn't me.

I tried to name the wolf “Pete,” but apparently he already had a name. Humph.

No, his name isn’t “Humph.” That was my dissatisfaction at being unable to name a wolf.

The wolf’s name is Kiowa.

Now listen up because I’m going to edumacate you on wolves.

Kiowa is the Alpha Male. Alpha Males put their tales up to show that they’re the boss.

Kiowa is one cool, calm, collected wolf. Think of him as the Godfather.

And in that first picture, where Kiowa is biting his son—it’s all good. Kiowa is just teaching his son some manners. He’s not hurting him. It’s like spanking. Scary but not that painful.

After Kiowa approached and let me pet him, his Alpha Wife, Teton followed suit. (You can check out the magnificent Teton here.)

Want proof that I actually petted a wolf? I’m posting the picture later this week after I get my pictures organized.


#8. Steal a Crockpot

Remember back when I said that I was conveniently “forgetting” to return my mom’s crockpot in hopes that she would forget I had it and then I could keep it?

On Thanksgiving my mom announced that I’m allowed to keep her crockpot. It was a Thanksgiving Day miracle! (Blarney is my witness.)

That crosses #8 off my 30 Before 30 list.

Only 15 activities left. I reached the halfway point on my list!

But I’m about to plow right through the halfway point because this weekend…this weekend….

I’m shivering with antici—SAY IT!—pation. I can’t even type.

This weekend Princess and I are flying to Florida to…to…to pet a wolf!

My cup of excitement overflowth. (Overfloweth?) Whatever. I can’t let these trivial spelling details weigh me down.

In case you’re wondering, I’ve decided not to don the Little Red Riding Hood outfit for my wolf visit. Seems like an accident waiting to happen.

My dear blog readers, just in case I’m mauled by a wolf, please know that I’ll miss you.

At least I’ll be with Pete. This one, not this one or this one.