Duke's Restitution Fund

God gave me this gift puppy, Duke, on that cool morning at 4 Corners in Colorado April 7th 2008. I haven't seen him in 6 months but I found out 2 days ago from a neighbor who called me wondering where I been, that Duke is still in the yard... a bit wild from lack of interaction with his Alpha, me, but he still stays within his habitat where he will instinctually remain since it is all he has ever known. He will stay until forcibly removed or until I can return and work my way back into his trust... the swiftness of my leaving caused much separation anxiety and distrust that must be overcome.

Because I could not raise enough to fight this in court, on 4/28/10, I plead guilty to two lesser counts of menacing, and harassment and was given a 2 year defered judgement and sentence. This means that it all goes away, as if it never happened, at the end of 2 years if I jump the hoops and remain free of law enforcement contact. This would be impossible for the strawman they created and judged in the courtroom to do. For me however it will be easy and it will give me time to rebuild my life to what it was before the control freaks took it away. People are already appearing in my life that are helping toward that end.

The only people who have seen the last 6 months of Duke training videos are my middle son and his fiance. My son's wife to be, is a zoology student who is expanding her degree into zoo keeping, management, and curation with studies attached to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo and others in the area including the Denver Zoo, all through the Pikes Peak Community College. Her expertice is in the handling and training of wolves.

Her reaction to the Duke videos was one of awe at the amount of voice control I had of Duke, as well as his unsolicited dispays of affection and loving behavior toward me... It was obvious that I spent many hours a day with him... mostly off camera since it was difficult to do a lot of the work holding the camera, but the time and love spent with him shows through on the videos.





"There's no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals. Well, when there aren't enough criminals, one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible to live without breaking laws." ~Ayn Rand

It was at about 10:31am, 2 years ago, 4/7/08, I picked Duke up off of the highway near Four Corners area. He was one of 4 pups and the only one who lived after being force birthed by a car that killed his mother.

It was a tragic scene when I walked up to pull his mother to the shoulder. I went back to pick up what I thought at the time was her insides only to find three amniotic sacs, one of which was runover... and the othe two unopened with no signs of life...I moved them to the shoulder with their mother.

The last sac was further down the road closer to where the mother was hit. This pup was obviously ejected first and was mostly out of the sac. I could hear a faint squeaking and I saw all four of the little boy's limbs in the air slowly moving, as I approached him. This little guy had taken his first breath when his mom had taken her last.

I picked him up and looked him over, he responded as I touched him. I blew a breath on his tiny wet face, and he reacted by wincing his little nose and brow, this one is alive I thought to myself. Feeling his little paws and legs, he seemed in one piece, and okay. I quickly pulled out my pocket knife and cut the sac away, and cut his umbilical which we tied later.

I ran with him in my gloved hand, over to the car and handed him to my wife. I hurried back over to double check, to make sure that everything was cleaned from the road and checked the other pups again, making sure they were not playing possum, it was not to be. I arranged them around their mother as if they were nursing, she was such a beautiful gal. I looked into her eyes, the life light was still in her eyes.



Duke in my hands on 4/10/08 at 3 days old.



The 6 day old Duke gulps down his morning bottle of warmed goat's milk, with the help of my Daughter, in this April 13th photo. At this point, he was drinking four of these 1.5 ounce bottles, that is almost his weight in milk every day. Hungry puppy... (chuckle)...



Duke on 5/20/08 at 6 weeks old.



finally, on 7/14/09 at 15 months 7 days old, Duke lets me help him brush his teeth.

I last got to play and wrestle with him was when he was 18 months and 21 days old... Happy Birthday Duke-Dog!!!



JTCoyote.

Here is the almost fully socialized Duke, take on Sept 10, 2009, sitting patiently waiting for me to throw "His" Ball.

I had been working with him using voice command and inflection to get him to do certain things... He was almost ready to be introduced, or reintroduced to other people.

I have no pictures of him with his leash -- darn it, but he was leash trained -- he trusted me totally. The last 4 months of videos show more on his development than the first year of his training... I spent at least 2 hrs a day with him most generally more because the level of play in him was so much more nuanced than with a domestic dog, I was fascinated. He was 17 months old in these pictures... I miss him!











Who says you can't teach a Coyote to fetch... ;)

JTCoyote

Today, in an email, my wife sent me a link to a wildlife refuge, a sanctuary for wild animals here in Colorado... an attempt to save face and to amend her hasty emotional, selfserving act of October 29, 2009, when she separated by force of so-called law, Dukes only link to socialization with the human world -- ME!

She will not accept the fact that I can turn him around again, she will not accept the FACT that I had and can again with appropriate interaction have absolute control of Duke. I was in the process of taking him by instinct modification to full socialization and intigration into the human world when this "legal action" was forced. I have 16 hours of research video video showing what I say is true!

Her desire to rid herself of me for whatever reason is no longer of even the slightest concern to me... only MY dog, my business which is housed at the house, and my personal familyand personal posessions matter. My ability to maintain total control of his development to complete the work I started almost 2 years ago, and finish writing the book I started telling Duke's story last April has been totally unrespected as well.

I NEED HELP... HELP ME IF YOU BELIEVE IN ME AND WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING FOR THE LAST 2 YEARS, HELP ME. SHE IS GETTING READY TO GIVE MY DOG AWAY TO WHAT AMOUNTS TO A ZOO!!!

If I must beg to keep my loyal friend, the one who expects me to fight him and win to return himself to himself as he grew up, as my pup and my companion... then I WILL BEG!!!!!!!

JTCoyote

... over the last 4 months, he has been totally without the constant human guidance he must have in the first few years to become completely socialized... He has reverted to the territorial and dominating wild animal he is. The only vestage of his former socialization is at the back door when my wife slides food out to him... if you step into the back yard, this includes my wife, or even me now, this is a violation of his space and he will attack... it happened to me when I was given visitation on Christmas after not seeing him for 2 months.

It will take me weeks or even months now to get him back, as a member of our human/dog/cat/ family as he was before this horror of jealousy and greed took my family... Here is the last picture I took of Duke the last morning I greeted him with camera in hand, before the "schitt hit the fan."



"I want a tummy rub Dad...Please?"



JTCoyoté

Thank you Guys... in all of the hubbub... I forgot to push forward thatdate on my chipin last night, and it lapsed... so I am in the processof putting together another one... I will have the new address here ina little bit...

Anyway, here is what the boy looks like today taken on 10/16/09 in full winter attire...


JTCoyoté

"Mr. Rat, I have a writ here that says you are
to stop eating Cheng Lee's cornmeal forthwith.
Now, It's a rat writ, writ for a rat, and this is
lawful service of same! [to Mattie] See? He
doesn't pay any attention to me. [BANG! he
shoots the rat] You can't serve papers on a rat,
baby sister. You either kill him or let him be."
-- Marshall Reuben J. Cogburn (John Wayne)

Here is a picture taken on July 14th '09, of Duke andhis Den. He began digging this in the fall of 2008 when he was justseven months old. He spends most of his nights here along with hislittle Sheltie girlfriend, Katie. It is quite elaborate and like allcoyote dens it has a much smaller emergency exit at the opposite cornerof the porch.



JTCoyote

"I consider the war of America against Britain as the
country's war, the public's war, or the war of the people
in their own behalf, for the security of their natural rights,
and the protection of their own property."
~Thomas Paine, 1782