Akela running through the orchard with Granny Smith between her teeth!
She also likes Top Red and Pink Ladies, but doesn’t care that much for Golden Delicious. Those are just a few of the apple varieties around here.
She picks them up and carries them rather gingerly between her teeth, having discovered that they get impaled on her rather long canines. When she’s ready to eat the one she chose very carefully, she lies down and nibbles away at it with her front teeth.
The Staffie, on the other hand, just crunches away as soon as he finds one he likes, and he’ll frequently eat two apples a day.
Akela has peculiar tastes. She loves olives straight off the tree and anyone who has tasted a fresh olive will know how bitter and ghastly they taste. She recognises olive trees out of season and heads straight off to them to look for olives.
In the wild, wolves mate or bond for life and I have become her dominant male and Kenya is part of her pack.
Akela is now 9½ years old and, while she makes friends with women and children (sometimes with embarrassing affections), she has never let men touch her. She just backs off; even from men she has known all her life.
The only man she ever expressed a very cautious interest in was Lindsay Hunt who owned Solole Nature Reserve near Kommetjie. He’d been sleeping with a baby buffalo or somethething that he was acclimatising to its new home, so maybe that was the reason. But he also has a rare empathy for animals.
But she’s met someone on the farm who has treated her differently from all others. The first time JP met her, he lay on the ground to stay lower than her. He has always respected her reticence and never tried to sneak in a quick stroke.
Today we rode into town with JP in his bakkie, part of the journey in the back and part in the cab with him. I left her in the cab with JP when I went into the shops and was astounded to find her rubbing up against JP when I got back, enjoying his attentions.