Wolfaboo and a Wolf mix.
Do you remember Ebony, from my last submission? Oh-ho. She has changed a bit as of late, and lives near me. She’s gone from Weeaboo to Wolfaboo, a wolfaboo being someone who is obsessed and most likely full of false info on wolves.
Our little tale takes place in fair Tennessee, where I have just been given a new puppy by my mother’s boyfriend who we’re living with. She’s adorable! A little ball of puff and fluff, really sweet, intelligent, loves to play. She’s also a wolf/malamute hybrid (her mother is a red wolf/malamute hybrid, and her father is a gray wolf), so she needs lots of exercise and what not.
I was out walking her when I heard the joyous cry of a familiar phsyco- that Phsyco being Ebony. With friends. Wolfaboo friends. Now, I love wolves. I think they’re beautiful, but there are other animals that are JUST AS BEAUTIFUL, if not more.
“Kawaii-neeee! Oh my jashin, look at the kawaii inu! Inuuuu-chaaaann!” And she pounced this poor, innocent little creature while it let out little howls and trills of protest. (Oh, puppy’s name is Willow.) I just flat out told her “Hey, it’s best to ask before petting someone’s dog. You never know if they’re aggressive or not.” She just shot me this look of ‘who asked you, asshole?’. Anywho. “Ohhh! Nikki-channn! Hayo! I didn’t know you had a puppy! She looks just like a wolf, desu-neee~!” I just sort of shrugged. “Yeah, she’s a wolf-malamute hybrid.” This is when the shit hit the fan. “Omg! It’s wrong to keep wolves as pets, baka! They need to roam wild and free! You’re so cruel for cooping her up and keeping her like a prisoner!” I kindly told her that Willow is a wolf HYBRID. Not a WOLF. “It’s the same thing! Run free, my sister!” She then tried to unclip Willow’s leash, to which I nudged Ebony away with my boot. “Excuse me, but I’m going home. Touch my dog again and I’ll have your ass on a silver platter.” I’m a bit protective of my pets. I don’t enjoy people messing with them, or me.
The next couple of weeks consisted of Ebony, and her two friends (called themselves Darcy and Ataraxia) dropping by my house clad in tails, ears, and collars, telling me what a horrible person I am, how disgusting and terrible I am, and how wrong I am for keeping “one of Jashin’s beautiful creatures/their wolfsister captive”. Um. Hold up. I have a rather large back yard with a privacy fence. I scoop feces out of there to keep the place clean for Willow and Scorpio (my other dog, a husky/german shep. mix) so they don’t end up sick. I feed them both more than decently, and I even mix their dry food (I get the overly-expensive all natural junk) with warmed beef and chicken, as well as certain vegetables (Willow likes carrots, and Scorpio has a preference for potatoes) and occasionally fruit (they both love apples and strawberries). These dogs are exercised and trained on a daily basis. I doubt that any of that is cruel. My mom’s boyfriend even built a dog-house for these two big enough that five people could stand in there comfortably! Again, I see no cruelty.
If you think the shit is over, think again. These kawaii crusaders decided that they would ‘liberate’ my dog. I woke up one morning and noticed that Willow wasn’t making any noise (she howls and trills all morning until I get up and feed her). This should have been a BIG FRIGGIN’ RED FLAG. I was sleepy and not paying much attention, though. I went through the morning motions, fed the dogs, got dressed, etc. Still no sounds from Willow. By that time, I had chugged a redbull and was fully awake. So I went around looking for Willow, Scorpio trailing after me. It was then that I noticed that the gate was open.
Oh. Shit.
There was something stuck to the fence. A little piece of pink paper with hearts on it. It said “Wrong has been righted! Our wolven sister has been freed!” Oh hell no. I bolted straight to Ebony’s house and knocked on the door for a good thirty minutes before her mom answered. I told her what was going on and she apologized, letting me inside. I found out that she HID my dog in the closet of her room.
After a few tantrums from Ebony and protesting from her goons, I got Willow back.
Mod M: PLEASE tell me you pressed charges, called the cops on her, told her parents you would call the cops or something. She will do it again. Doubtless. This is horrible and she is horrible and I commend you for not punching her face in, because my pets are basically my children and from the way you describe it, it’s probably that way for you as well.
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alriandi reblogged this from stormypopsicle and added:
Don’t be surprised that there is some crazy people. Wolfaboos can do crazy things especially but not limited to jumping...
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