A political Wolf in Kits, Vancouver

Aloofus was happiest today of all the days on the campaign trail so far. He played with Murto (looks a bit like this one in the photo) an old buddy half his age.

He was free to socialize in several parks. For him that's what it's all about. It was a perfect day weather wise. The sun was out and cumis were forming in the morning over the North Shore Mountains. they dissipated in the afternoon and there was a nice sea breeze keeping things fresh.

Many people were toking up in an open, but not blatant manner. None were a threat to me or anyone! some had beers and were responsible as well.

Peace to all of you and thanks for your support. Sorry the White Wolf is so shy. Nothing personal. Thanks for understanding.

A Kitsilano Wolf named Jake

Sorry about not putting up Jake sooner, R, but I couldn't find the download until now, being in some folder I wasn't aware of.

Jake is also terminally beautiful as we can see.

I think we have met before, maybe with someone else and Jake?

He's got the Salmon berry nose color, too! Man is he ever special!

A Wolf's daily journey begins with a few hugs!

When I get up and go out to greet my White Wolf, he is always in a happy mood. He likes a long tour of his favorite haunts.

"There are stories to be lived! come on let's go!"

His contagious joy of life tugs at my spirit, freshening it for the day.

One of the White Wolf's GF fed me too, today!

He is bonus good Karma!

Thanks Delia for the handouts. She is a lovely neighbor whom I've talked to on occasion because she was another one of Al's many gift bearing GFs.

Today, Delia gave him a brimming 2 lbs of cut up Bologna, some Chunks of ham, Salami and beef. She gave me also 4 nice ham and cheese sandwiches which I have already dug into, adding some lettuce and Condiments. Um Um In my life recently, Native neighbors have been the most generous.

Turns out her husband's name is Klaus, too, and parlays the German! She has promised to introduce him soon. Such a great conversation piece my White Wolf is. My life is brimming with good karma although I am poor, because of him.

I used to think that was impossible, happiness without money!

There are good cops everywhere doing good work. All you need to do with anyone to get the best response is respect them. That can save your life in today's world where cops can be stressed, plus poorly vetted for the job.

They are armed and some are itching to use their weapons, given a half chance.

Best not to escalate a situation. That doesn't mean you have to be intimidated by them either. Although I get pretty abusive verbally when someone gets that way with me, violence doesn't enter my brain. Unless it's to defend myself. Then there will be no holds barred.

It was like the White Wolf, today, at the lake. He had tooth to tooth, tete et tete. The younger guy was alpha but mine broke off and came to me as soon as the other guy's owner stood in. (Too soon I thought-M was watching and thought she saw him knee him roughly- I saw a male rough alpha play gesture.) I like our independent friendship with the love of animals in common.

She is also quite the activist and politically aware, from the sounds her stories of protest. Not many, (she's not as self promoting as I am) but still we are in the same groove--left of center.

I told her as she helped me stuff flier with leaflets, that she brought to mind a fantasy of political campaigning that anyone might have, especially a writer, about having intelligent, pretty, young, idealistic women in my circles.

I almost sound like that Nobel prize winner (a while back) who said the same thing on As it Happens, Radio One, CBC,

"What finer things in life are there, Micheal, than beautiful, intelligent young women and Psychedelic drugs?"

The White Wolf was pure joy today, meeting my expectations

Are these off duty cops? (of course all cops don't hunt or are corrupt--sometimes it just feels that way--sorry to those who are good people- you have to be special to remain fair and compassionate in this job, too bad many lose their humanity quickly and consider us the enemy-get off supporting the prohibition policies and stay neutral, you will gain much support from a largely law abiding but oppressed segment of society)

Knowing the depth of emotional sophistication of my White Wolf, I cry when I look at this picture.

These two people are probably not cops, but they enjoy killing for pleasure. That statement is written all over their faces. It is from this pool that our police are hired, this I know!

Read on to find out why I have issues with policing, and those who kill or injure for sport! The VPD doesn't protect the poor of the city and enjoys taking a tough approach, encouraged through the breaking of the police act (2007-3940 OPCC file), by Jim Chu, Chief VPD, for the obstruction of Justice, supporting the shooter of Paul Boyd before an investigation was even started.

The bovines who support this hard line idiocy are happy when the police take a trophy and may not feel it important, but to me the loss of Paul Boyd will never be impartially investigated. His loved ones will feel his loss as I would the loss of my wolf to some smiling trophy hunters. The eyewitness account (uncontrolled by the police) right after the shooting said that Paul had his hands up and that there was no reason to shoot 9 shots endangering many citizens. Did the shooter want to execute a citizen for injuring a cop and teach people a lesson not to fack with cops? It is a valid question. There certainly was no reason to poison the investigation by the chief. Even I had the smarts not to write anything until long after the Chief obstructed justice. It was his legal duty to say, "The matter is still under investigation, therefore I can NOT comment."

Like all my other dogs, Aloofus kept his distance and let me deal with the targeted assault on me today. I am the alpha in my pack and take all action, make all decisions. And people are true morons if they think that their dogs should get involved or encourage them to. This makes for dangerous unpredictable dogs and will lead to the death of the dog.

Rather than have to worry about his reaction getting involved, he let me deal with it. I had his leash and used it to defend myself swinging it with intent to injure, at the guy's head. I'll not trust the police to protect me again, since I charged four of them for breach of trust, for failing to protect me, take a single note and ignore a witness to believe the perp and his gf who was the building manager. This allowed her to torment me through attempted evictions until I got her fired and the threatening goon left the building, all so that they could pretend that they did a proper job. The police don't protect the poor, but do like taking trophies--my hat is still in the evidence room. Also the OPCC protects the police, even if they commit murder!

I have posted a few times before, that I hoped that this would be my White Wolf's reaction in a tense human situation, not wanting to lose him if he got involved. He is completely safe and the todo didn't require anyone else, but me.

Read some of my true encounters with the RCMP.

I post everywhere and some are targeted and retracted by the police as you can see when you try to google them.

I still haven't seen a cop for the assault on me, it's not important enough, by the looks of it.

"This last statement has to be revised to my great relief (because if we don't have the police doing a proper job to turn to, we have no security and must arm ourselves---Thanks Constable Holtz)"

The VPD is often busy trophy hunting, though.

Aloofus Sounds like a Wolf when he Howls

His warble is so surreal in our city setting.

It is also rare. Only when the neighborhood has been fully engaged, with the coyotes across the road joining in, does Al sound out!

Within seconds the others stop their songs wondering at the wild tugs in their souls, while Aloofus rules the airwaves.

I long to hear him once more this year!

Al and I were out on the Streetbarker Jaunt

I meant to say that Aloofus my White Wolf was born in the wilds near here, first raised a few kilometers south of these photos.

This is where he first came to live with me! The Pump House is my first short story, not entirely fiction!

Yeah, he was the talk of the walk, today! Girls can't resist trying to reach for him! Man are they ever bold today! One might even say brazen if I didn't enjoy it so much.

Al is doing great in crowd. After all, he is a well domesticated, but wild animal. Being able to walk in crowds down Robson Street is an amazing feat for him. When we tried it after first arriving 4 years ago he could only stand one block of it at a time! Today it was 6.5 hours of crowds!

He is a sweetheart, very timid, as wild wolves are in our world.

The wonder of it is, that he trusts me fully. This stirs my soul! What a lovely creature and he follows me willingly!

He is still playful, rambunctious with a same sized dog, a bit younger is his preference. Al is my ambassador and I could not have bonded with him if I weren't at my present level of personal self confidence and maturity. He is timid around crowds of people, especially if they are reaching for him. I don't mind him being so. A few people get it, because they understand Wolves. I'm the alpha! he doesn't protect me. A, person with less self confidence might have tried to "harden" him up with rough treatment. He wouldn't still be with me if I had not been extremely patient with him. He has taught me so much!

It didn't take long for him to get used to my booming voice, today. I knew Aloofus was good with it all, because he never tried to steer me down a side street, as he does if he's had enough. This whole thing between him and me is teamwork with playful tension. He is constantly trying to be alpha in a playful way, always pushing, but finally submitting when I admit that he is special.

Walking with him downtown Vancouver doing the Streetbarker thing is as much fun and challenging for me as a cross country hang gliding flight was.