This looks exactly like the Wolf Hybrid that we raised from a pup.
I'm 6' tall and when he put his paws on my shoulders, he towered over me.
At his prime, he weighed 165 lbs.
I use to go to the slaughter house and buy him cow leg knuckle bones.
He would lay there, turning it over and over in his mouth, until he got it "just right" and then you could hear the knuckle shattering.
He would consume every bit of it.
When I went to see the pups; he was the only one that wasn't running around and instead just sat there, looking at me.
I knew right away that we were meant to be together.
We named him Sasquatch.
We raised him as part of our pack (family) and he knew he was low dog on the totem pole and that even the kids held a higher place then he did.
Never once challenged any one of us.
He'd be in the front yard and hear the kids open the back door, to hang up the laundry, and he would walk to the back and lay there, watching them until they went back inside; then he would go lay back down in the front yard.
We live about a mile from the river bottom and some nights I would sit out back with him and we could hear the coyotes yipping, by the river.
He'd sit there for a while and when he got tired of them, he'd sit up and let out this really long howl.
When he laid back down, I swear he was smiling.
No more coyote noise, for the rest of the night.
He got older and developed a real bad hip joint problem, that we couldn't do anything about.
I held him in my arms and cried like a baby, when we had to have him euthanized.
We buried him in the back yard, with his blanket and leash.
Sometimes, during the summer, when I'm outside and the coyotes start up.
I lean back and howl like he used to.
Still shuts the coyotes up.
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