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Cucumber Stories
Dinner with a Wolf
Once a month the Earthfire staff congregates in the yurt for dinner and creative thought. At our last session we were delighted with the company of Cucumber the wolf. She was a great addition to our party as she greeted everyone therefore giving the staff a moment into her world as she explored ours.

Additional Cucumber Stories
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The Challenge of Meditating with Wolves
Sometimes when people call us in the morning they comment we seem rushed. This is our current early morning schedule, which starts about 7 am – we are at the moment a two-wolf two-dog cabin.
Every winter Wamaka the wolf loses the>
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Cucumber: A Wilted Wolf
Cucumber was wilted.
It was different this time. After her two near-death experiences during which she worked her way into becoming a House Wolf, she thrived on her special status. When her status became threatened because another sick animal required special>
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Interspecies Harmony
Boychuck and Cucumber enjoy morning meditation
Boychuck, our German Shepherd, enjoys time with Cucumber, the timber wolf, who comes into the cabin and settles down for our daily morning meditation.
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A Two-Wolf New Year’s Eve
Pathetic Cucumber
Little White Girl had been in the house two days. Because of space (our cabin living room/dining room/office/infirmary is 12 by 18 feet) that meant Cucumber had to be ousted as we weren’t sure if the two would be>
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The Cucumber Sage Continues…
Some more details:
The first time in the house, even sick as she was, Cucumber acted as you would expect a wolf to – wild, restless, destructive, and definitely not house-broken. Even three months in the house did not modify her>
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Cucumber: The Little Wolf That Could
Cucumber the Little Wolf that could, who is currently recuperating in the house from an operation,is simply refusing to leave. She has decided she is a house wolf. Or a cabin wolf because we live in a 20 x 30>
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Cucumber
She was born one half the size of the others in her litter. She was so weak and little she couldn’t hold her head up. She was a wiggling little sausage that looked like a Cucumber, and so, Cucumber she>
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