One dark, chilly winter evening, I was out walking the dog. The glow from the street poles helped light the way.
The dog sniffed the ground as we walked. I looked toward the next street and saw what I thought was a dog running toward us.
Suddenly, it stopped.
I stopped too, leash in hand.
As it came closer, I could clearly see it was not a dog. It was a wolf.
I held the leash tightly and stood frozen. As the wolf approached, I could not believe it came to a halt only feet away from us. It looked at us for what felt like an eternity, although it was only seconds.
I was relieved when it turned and ran the other way.
I was shaking from seeing a wolf so close, but the dog was fearless and ready to chase it. I held on to the leash as tightly as I could and started walking to the closest neighbour I knew down the street. My heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute.
When I reached the neighbour’s house, I told them about my close encounter with the wolf and called for a ride home.
A couple of evenings passed before I walked the dog at night again. When I did, I was more vigilant than before.
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