Okay, I've decided to make this thread to tell everyone why I'm so obsessed with wolves. Atlantis seems to think there's a little bit too much wolf in my life while others just think I'm overally obsessive. This is the story.

When I was 15, I started working at a dog kennel located on a horsefarm. I was there for six years. In my time working at the kennel, a wolf hybrid rescue boarded their rescues for a short time. One animal was 98% timber wolf and magnificant looking. The other two were about 70 some percent wolf.

The timber wolf had breathtaking amber eyes while the other two had bright blue eyes. I spent a lot of time with these three and even have a picture. They were so loving and playful, especially the timber wolf, it was incredible. From that moment on I gained an obsession with wolves -- collecting books, pictures, comforters, figurines, coasters, mugs and virtually anything you can think of. I relate quite well to the wolf as they are highly misunderstood. I believe they have quite a story to share if they could just like myself. I feel no one can quite understand unless you have looked into the eyes of a wolf and caught a glimpse of the beauties they really are.

Now that that's settled ... where's my pack at?