Acquired: Breeder (hobby breeder)
Training: Previous owner
Posted May 26, 2015
I got Josh (aka. Cha-tow--his Indian name) from my cousin who acquired him from a Blackfoot Indian in Colorado. Yes, Josh was a coyote. My cousin said he was part Alaskan Malamute, but after spending time with him and researching and taking him to the vet, we determined he was a full blooded coyote.
When he got to my house, he was very aggressive. He didn't get along well with the other dogs, and was very wirey and nervous. He had a trick: he'd open and close the refrigerator for you. And, if you left the door cracked for him, he'd come back inside and close it.
Anyway, the morning after his arrival, my roommate left the gate open and all the dogs got loose. Josh went missing, and I went to work.
Around lunch time, someone from the University of Georgia Veterinarian Hospital called and said they had him. (They had called my cousin, and he gave them my number.) Two vet students found him in a ditch by the railroad tracks early that morning--he'd been struck by a car on a very busy road in morning traffic.
His back was broken, and he had a sizable fracture to his skull.
The vet told me he wasn't going to make it--that if they put him down it would cost $75, and if they did surgery on his back it would be $2000. I told them not to do anything, and I would come and get him. They said if he had a chance, I'd have to keep him in a cage for 6 weeks. So, that's what I did.
I fed him peanut butter and naproxen. Visited him daily, and prayed for him and pet him. I'd changed his diapers when needed. He slowly began to show signs of life.
On the day I let him out of his cage, he spun in circles and my friends and I cheered.
Josh loved humans. He was grateful for his life. I've never seen a dog more loving and SMART. Really. You could see him thinking and considering everything that went on around him.
In some states, it is illegal to own a wild dog. At least that is what I've been told. However, if you get the chance to own one of these, by all means crate train the animal for a long time. Let the dog become dependent upon you.
He was beautiful. The only downside was that he shed everywhere. In fact, I've still got Josh hair on some of clothes. Perhaps I could get him cloned.
Josh, like a lot of dogs, let me know he was leaving. He looked at me funny one morning before I went to work. That was the last I saw of him. He went off to the other side.