Once upon a time, lived a rambunctious pack of wolves. The pack consisted of Jolene, Cookie, Barney, Clyde, and many so young they had not been named. This was certainly not the average pack of wolves, and all of the members relied heavily on Jolene for guidance, as she was the mother to Cookie, Barney, Clyde, and the grandmother to the just born. The pack prowled the thick forests and mountainous terrain in Wisconsin primarily at night, and rested during the day. Much to the dismay of Jolene, the dense fog had altered the view of the land, and the pack had to rest for one whole day. Worried about the young, Jolene fought to try to find a safe place for them to reside. Losing hope with every step leading no where, Jolene sat down. She gave a quick glance to her right, and there it was. Up on the top of a hill was the most appealing barn, with a breath-taking house perched approximately a mile from it.
With an immense amount of fear being in the close proximity of humans during day-time striking, Jolene couldn’t rest. When the whole pack was asleep, she watched the house from the barn.
“Goodbye Carl, we’ll be home soon, be a good pit while we’re gone” a strange woman screamed into the house as she left with what appeared to be her husband.
As the car slowly drove from the driveway, faint yelps were heard from the house. Curious, Jolene began walking toward the house.
“Wow, this house is immaculate,” she thought to herself, as the yelps turned into gruff barks, and even howls. Jolene was worried for whatever was inside, and her instincts kicked in. She jumped across the barriers with ease, and plunged her way through the back door, which had been left unlocked.
In utter shock, she ran to the pit, and saw that he was in no sort of danger. “Sorry to alarm you, I heard crying, and I had to come make sure you were okay. Why are you trapped in this house?” Jolene asked.
“I’m Carl, I’m a pitbull and this is where I live. My mom and dad just left from work, and I get very sad when they first leave. What’s your name?”
“Jolene,” she murmured.
Jolene was amazed at the thought that Carl lived inside with a family of humans, as she’d never seen life that way before. Her mind drifted away into day dreams involving her family living with humans. These dreams made her feel very uncomfortable, as she had never placed her trust in anyone or anything.
Carl kept trying to catch her attention, and finally had to scream her name to awake her from her dream.
“What family do you live with, Jolene? How far is your house?”
“Well, I live with a pack of my family. I have three children, and many grandchildren. We do not get treatment as you do, for we roam the terrain,” Jolene said.
Carl took her to the laundry room and showed her to the food and water, like the gentleman that he was. He was in shock that she lived outside and had that many in her pack.
The two engaged in conversation for many hours, when Carl heard the car coming down the driveway.
“Quick Jolene, outside!”
The two ran outdoors, where Jolene eventually introduced Carl to her pack family. Jolene’s eyes glittered with every word that Carl said, and his pure interest in her was intense. Carl stayed with the pack for many days, as the bonds that were growing were too beautiful to leave.
On one dusky night, Carl grabbed Jolene for a dance. He then confessed all of his feelings for Jolene that he had found. He left his wonderful family for her, but he felt that he must go back to his home.
“Jolene, will you go with me? My family is very nice and caring. I hope they treat you as their own.”
Jolene was torn between family and her newfound love, but her family urged her to go follow her heart.
“Mom, I want you to find pure happiness for the first time since dad. I will take over the pack. I will take care of everyone; we will all remain alive and well,” Clyde urged.
They then partook in final goodbyes, and Carl begged of the family to remain in the area. He ensured them they could always stay in the barn that the family never uses, and even promised to sneak them some food out there.
Carl and Jolene then began the journey back to Carl’s. When they arrived, the couple jumped for joy. Though they had no idea where Carl had gone, or who Jolene was, they opened the doors for both and began to shed tears of joy.
And with that, they lived happily ever after.
This week I decided to do something different. I read the marriage units from the Native American collection, and found much of the formatting useful. The stories all brought sense a strong cultural view. The culture is very prideful in animals and I wanted to relay that to my story. The story that this is based off of was named The Dog-Husband. In the Dog-Husband, a girl had a dog in which she was very fond of. The dog was dog form during the day, but human at night in an attempt to hide from public scrutiny. The girl became pregnant, and her parents found out that it was from a dog, leaving the girl to die. Her father killed the father, forcing the girl to take care of the pups alone after they were born. The story continued, but the above is the context that I used in order to create my story. I strayed a lot from the beginning of the original story, as I did not want to write about any sexual relations between a dog and human. To change the plot, I made the two main characters dogs. One of the dogs was domesticated, and the other wild, which still would bring hardships between the two differing lifestyles. Other than the idea, none of my story is from the original story line, I created it as I went. I tried to create more personality for the characters than in the original story, because they were just “the girl and the dog,” nothing special. I didn’t give the couple great description, because that was not what my story was focused on. It was mainly focused on the unusual love found between wild and domestic dogs, with a happily ever after ending. Overall, I created my own story from cultural text of the stories as a whole, and just let my imagination go.
Image 1: Wolf Pack accessed from Wikimedia Commons.
Image 2: American Pit Bull accessed from Wikimedia Commons.
Native American Marriage Tales Unit: Tales of the North American Indians by Stith Thompson. This storybook collection can be accessed here.