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Howls From the Mountain

Winter 2012

From the President's Pen

 

 

Happy Howlidayz!

 

As 2012 winds down, I must admit I am looking forward to 2013.  

 

Full Moon Farm celebrated its 10th Anniversary in September, with a fabulous PAWTY!  I am so thankful to the dedicated staff and volunteers that work alongside me to make Full Moon Farm one of the largest, and we feel the BEST wolfdog rescue and sanctuary in the country. 

 

2012 saw a lot of changes, with the passing of a few senior animals, volunteers leaving, new fencing, old friendships rekindled and new supporters!  

 

This newsletter is dedicated to our Global Giving project..Habitats for Howlers.

 

Thank you all for your faith, love support, donations, gifts, prayers and visits.

 

 ~Peace~

 

Nancy Brown

President and Founder

Full Moon Farm, Inc

A Note from River....

 

Hi! My name is Wiveh and I hope you can undewstand me. I have a little pwoblem with my aws and sometimes things don’t come out quite wight. But I want to tell you a little bit about me, so you know who you can be helping with youw kindness.

 

I spent my eawly life on a chain in a pewson’s yawd and it was howwible. I couldn’t wun ow play ow anything. It was so bowing and aftew a while I didn’t even feel like I wanted to live any mowe.

 

Then some nice people fwom a doggie wescue came and got me, and they wew vewy nice, and they twied to find me a good home, but evweybody who came to see me thought I was a wolf and they wanted a wolf so they could think they wew cool and had a wild and fewocious animal. And I’m not a wolf! I’m a wolfdog! The nice people wealized they couldn’t help me and they called Nancy.

 

At fiwst, I spent a lot of the time at Nancy’s house with my fwiend, Waydaw. Then one day one of the othew wolfdogs got to go back to his weal home, and they said I could live at the Fawm now. And thew I was. At fiwst I though, oh heew we go again. I’m just going to get shuffled awound. I thought I would be alone again. But Nancy took me to a gweat place with woom to wun awound. And best of all, I got a giwlfwiend! Hew name was Guenny and she was so beautiful. I was only eight months old and she was much older, but we loved each othew wight away. It was like we alweady knew each othew and had just been apawt for a little while. We had lots of woom and we played and played a lot. She even let me in hew house!

 

Aftew a while, Nancy thought that maybe I would like to go out and meet people. I like people and this way I could get to meet some new ones (and maybe get some tweats!). Guenny didn’t want to go because she is kind of shy with people she doesn’t know, but hew boyfwiend befow me always came back, and she knew I would always come back to hew, too.

 

I’m having lots of fun meeting people and going to new places. I don’t even mind if they take pictuws of me in funny hats and bow ties and things. I like to make people happy.

 

But I like to be happy, too, and Guenny and I wew getting to be a little unhappy in ouw pen. It used to be vewy nice, I hewd, but it was built a long time ago and it is falling apawt. Fo weel! Falling apawt! The fence pawt is coming loose and thew awe wiyes that bweak off. It wasn’t safe fow us to live like that and I was always afwaid Guenny was going to huwt hewself. She liked to lie neaw the bushes neaw one side of the fence, and it was not safe fow hew, no, no, no.

 

If we could only have had a new pen to live in, a safe one, I wouldn’t have had to wowwy about hew so much, and I would have been much happiew. I couldn’t have stood it if she got huwt.

 

A vewy sad thing happened a while ago. Guenny got vewy sick and then she got sickew and then she died. I…I can’t talk about it because it makes me too sad. She is a beautiful angel now and I hope she is watching ovew me. Nancy is going to get me a new fwiend, a bwother to play with and I hope that will be fun. But I will wowwy about him, too! It won’t be safe fow him and it’s not safe fow me, eithew. And I have wowk to do and people to teach about wolfdogs! I can’t do that if I’m huwt!

 

Couldn’t you help us be safe in ouw home? It’s a nice home with woom to wun awound and westle and all that guy stuff. It shuw would be nice if we could play and not wowwy about getting huwt. I don’t want to lose anybody else. Could you help us?

 

Pwease go to this link to donate.  We only have until Dec. 31st!

 

http://www.globalgiving.org/projects/habitats-for-howlers/

Black Mountain Holiday Parade!

Links

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What is a Wolfdog?

Donate

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Sponsor a Wolfdog

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FMF on MySpace

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FMF on YouTube

Previous newsletter issues

You can find our back issues here.

Board of Directors

President: Nancy Brown              nancy@fullmoonfarm.org

 

Vice President: Sarah Hallback            sarah@fullmoonfarm.org

 

Secretary/Treasurer: Donna Wiedrich          donna@fullmoonfarm.org

 

Director at Large: Tam Nesbit             tamara@fullmoonfarm.org

 

Rescue Advisor: Cheryl Brown             cheryl_a-b@fullmoonfarm.org

 

Business Advisor: Bob Traktman             dal@fullmoonfarm.org

 

Animal Medical/Behavioral Advisor:      Beverly Hargus, DVM            AMB_Advisor@fullmoonfarm.org

In this issue:

From the President's Pen

A Note from River....

Black Mountain Holiday Parade!

Links

Previous newsletter issues

Board of Directors

Habitats for Howlers

A conversation with Indy and Coal..

2012 Music Benefit

Habitats for Howlers

 

In the sleepy little town of Black Mountain, North Carolina stands a bastion of hope, a last resort for many lives. Those lives are the lives of wolfdogs, and their saving grace is Full Moon Farm. Founded 10 years ago by Nancy Brown, countless wolfdogs have found their way to and through this place, brought here because of abuse or neglect, because they were illegal in the place they were living, often just because they had (or supposedly had) a wolf ancestor. Sometimes they stay here. Sometimes they are transported to another reputable wolf rescue group that happens to have more room for them. Some come with problems too deep and psychological, or are in such bad medical condition, that they cannot be moved to another facility without great cost to their health.

 

Many people have been to visit this little piece of heaven but what most do not fully realize what it takes to run a place like Full Moon Farm. We do tell them that the Farm is run strictly on donations from people like those visiting us. What they don't see is the run-down conditions of some of the pens, which make them unsafe for the very animals we are trying to protect. What they don't realize is that animals currently in small quarantine pens are very shortly going to need a place to stretch their legs, to be whole and healthy animals again.

 

This is where an organization called Global Giving comes in. It is a global web of charities of all kinds, charities that have tangibly proven that they are willing to work hard to raise funds themselves. Global Giving affords nonprofits the means to expand their potential donor base, reaching out not only to individual philanthropists, but to corporations, even organizations outside of the United States. For Full Moon Farm, this could mean replacing pens that are being weathered away in the North Carolina climate. This could mean bringing animals out of small quarantine pens into larger pens, where they can run and play, in a considerably shorter amount of time. It could mean a reliable four-wheel drive vehicle to get animals to the vet, even through North Carolina mud and ice.

 

But first, we have to prove ourselves worthy of such an opportunity, that we are willing to work, and work hard, alongside our donors. Charities are given a short time to do this, and Full Moon farm was not even aware of this organization until the December push was well underway. Our task is to raise $5,000, from at least 40 donors, by 11:59 p.m. December 31st. As of this writing, they have met their donor number challenge. But they are still short a crucial $1300. If this is not met in time, Full Moon Farm will miss a critical opportunity to help those they are trying their best to save and provide for.

 

If you can find it in your heart to help us help these animals who have fallen through the cracks – neither dog rescue (they are deemed too "wild") nor wildlife groups (they are, according to the USDA, "domestic animals) – please go to our page, Habitats for Howlers, at http//:www.globalgiving.org/projects/habitats-for-howlers/ and give what you can. Every little bit helps to repair an aging pen or helps to get an animal into a larger habitat. In this season of giving, we are asking people to please give to those who have no voice to ask.

A conversation with Indy and Coal..

Two glossy black dogs sit by the fence: Coal, large and handsome, with a serious expression on his face; Indy, small and wiry and with mischief in her eyes.

 

INDY: Hi, I'm Indy!

 

COAL: And I'm Coal.

 

INDY: We're two of the first residents of Full Moon Farm that you see when you visit. Which is pretty cool.

 

COAL: [grumble]

                      Indy

 

INDY: Oh don't pay attention to him. He can be unsociable at times. But he's also my boyfriend and he can be lots of fun. He's just not as used to people as I am.

 

COAL: They can be scary. That's why I like to stay away from the fence sometimes.

 

INDY: I know what you mean, but I like it. People moving around and laughing. Makes me want to run, run, run! I just wish we had a nicer place to do it in. I think this one's falling apart.

 

COAL: I wish we had more places to hang out behind. You know, just in case. Besides, all those crowds don't need to be staring at me.

 

INDY: Don't mind him. His sponsor thinks he's a prince or something.

 

COAL: I am a prince.

 

INDY: That he's more handsome and regal than anyone else.

 

COAL: I am more handsome and regal than anyone else.

 

INDY: That he's a big wimp.

 

COAL: I am a big – hey, wait a minute!

 

INDY: HA HA HA HA HA! Really, though, he's pretty cool. He came here when he was only a little princeling, about five months old, with his brothers and a couple other wolfdogs. His brothers found homes, but Coal stayed here. I'm glad he stayed, though. I'm glad to have people in my life like him and Nancy and the volunteers, who love me just as I am, and aren't going to dump me.

 

The two of them sit at the fence, and Coal gives Indy a lick on the ear.

 

COAL: She had it pretty hard, you know. She had a family and everything. Then they got a new puppy, and Indy and the new puppy didn't get along. So they got rid of Indy! They just took her to the pound and left her there. Even worse, they told the people at the pound that she's a wolfdog. That meant no one else could adopt her. I mean, really, does she look like a wolf to you? If there's any wolf in there, it's because she ate one.

 

Indy gags.

 

INDY: Ewwww!

 

COAL: Or maybe somebody read her a book about a wolf.

 

INDY: Nuh uh. Nancy said I might have one wolf hair on my tail.

 

Coal laughs.

 

COAL: Well, maybe. But you look like a little black dog to me. But a beautiful one.

 

Indy leans her head against Coal's chest.

 

INDY: I'm glad we're together. I just wish we had a little better space, you know? For when we play tag or race each other. We'd be able to go faster near the fence. They keep fixing it and things still keep coming undone or sticking out. How come they don't just fix it for good?

 

COAL: It's because of all the stuff they would have to make the new pen with. It costs money. You know what that is.

 

INDY: I know they have to give it to other people for our food and to the vet so they can keep us healthy.

 

COAL: Well, they have to give it to people for fence posts and stuff like that, too. Without those things, we're stuck.

 

INDY: Oh.

 

Indy looks sadly at the ground.

 

INDY: Why can't we get the money? Doesn't anybody have some extra that they can give us? Don't they care about us?

 

COAL: I think they just don't know about us. They don't realize that the only money we get is what they give us. And that's barely enough to keep us fed. I think they would care if they knew.

 

INDY: Do you think they might give us some if they knew how happy they could make us, with new pens and all, and new houses, and things to climb up on so we can look at the world from the top? Maybe?

 

COAL: Maybe. If we can find a way to tell them. If we can get them to listen.

 

INDY: Then maybe we could run all over!

 

COAL: And we could have more bushes and trees.

 

INDY: So you could hide!

 

COAL: Those are my thinking places!

 

INDY: HA!

 

Indy jumps up, playfully bopping Coal on the nose.

 

INDY: Think about running!

 

She starts to run around the inner area of the pen, Coal close behind, skirting the few bushes that have survived their raucous play.

 

After all, there are only so many safe places to run, only so many places for quiet contemplation, in a very old pen.                                                                Coal

 

Please help us build Indy and Coal a new enclosure.  Please donate to Habitats for Howlers here: http://www.globalgiving.org/projects/habitats-for-howlers/

2012 Music Benefit

On December 13th we held our Music Benefit at the White Horse in Black Mountain featuring  Dan Johnston – Country and Honky Tonk,  David Cody, Acoustic Americana,  Paco Shipp, Americana with Harmonica,  The Mug – Blues and Blues Rock and The Flying Whales, featuring Artimus Pyle! Some of our dedicated supporters came out to support us and we met several new faces. Many thanks to Don Talley and the White Horse for all their help organizing this event!

 


Nancy and River on stage

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