My Wolf Liked Men Better Than Women&Tippy's Decision

Lotsa dogs are fearful of men. Not my wolf.  She preferred men to females. It hurt my feelings, but it was the way it was.  Men loved her, too.  Countless men asked me if they could have her.  They might have been able to offer her more luxury than I could, but I couldn't part with her. I loved her so deeply.  She loved to spent the day with the Colonel next door.  We cut a hole in the chain link fence so his dog could come in my yard, and mine could go in his yard, and neither would be able to go in the front where it wasn't fenced.  Anyway, Penny would leave my yard, knock on his door with her paw, he would let her in, feed her sandwiches every time he ate, she would pal around with his dog, and then at night, when I came home she would reluctantly come back home to me.  He adored her, too, and I know she would have lived with him 24x7, but I felt 50 hours a week, or thereabouts, was enough for her socializing.  She was nothing more than an opportunist. (Only kidding)  When I had major surgery, something happened that surprised me.  His dog, who was a protect/guard dog on a scale of 1-10 with 10 being the most aggressive, he was a 10 . Nobody, not even family, could get near the Colonel while Tippy was alive.  He protected that man like you cannot imagine. Of course, the Colonel allowed it, and that's another story. Anyway, as long as you weren't near the Colonel, all was okay. Tippy really loved me, too.  I would take him for rides with Penny.  Nobody but a imbecile would try to get in my car with the two of them in it.  Anyway, back to me having major surgery. I was laying on the couch, cut from hip to hip, weaker than a kitten, post surgery, and Tippy decided he would leave the Colonel, and do sentinel at my side until I got back up.  I thought this is so unreal.  Even though Penny was right there, he stayed right by my couch where I lay.  A nice lady came to see me to bring me some food (I live alone), and i got off the couch to let her in. Well, this lady knows more about dogs than can be imagined, she worked for a vet, and had a house full of them, and on and on. I thought, no problem, to let her in and take the food.  I thought wrong.  When she opened the door to hand me the food, it was everything I could do in my super weakened state to keep him from tearing her up.  She backed out, and said, "Carol, I'll see you later."  I was shaking so hard from that little, tiny expenditure of energy, trying to hold his collar, that I collapsed back on the couch." Whereupon, Tippy sat down right at my head, on guard. Nobody could have touched a hair of my head to harm me, anymore than I had already been harmed in his opinion, while he yet lived. Tippy left his beloved Colonel to take care of me.  As soon as I recovered enough to walk around, he went back home, and never came back to guard duty. I will never forget this time.  Animals show such allegiance. Something I notice big time, and cherish, and honor, and appreciate, and wonder at.  I watch the pure motives of animals, and that is how my Holy G_d speaks to me about the creations of his hands.  He has protected me all my life in many ways.  I am a very little physically small person 4'10".  He has always sent big men, or big animals, or angels to watch out for me.  I know it. I don't take it for granted. And, I thank him for it.  I myself am a protector. I can be fiercer than a hungry lionness if I am on a mission, and maybe that is why G_d takes over, when I can't help myself, by sending fierce creatures to protect me.  He knows I would do the same for someone or something else, and He steps in bigtime for people He knows. What a unique thing that Tippy switched lanes for that 5 day period of time. What a unique thing that he left his luxury paradise home, and left his beloved caregiver, to take care of me in my need. He didn't even trust my wolf to do the job! He, and he alone, would see that I was safe, until I was on my feet. Than it was back to paradise. I wish to make mention of the type of dog tippy was in my next bloger. Blessings, Carol