We brought Windfern’s Maeve Aine Faelan (Maeve) home in August, 1996. Maeve was red-wheaten, gentle and sweet. There were only two times ever that she was naughty; when she chewed some clothing and when she dug up a plant and scattered the dirt all over the living room. We were fortunate. She spoiled us into thinking all Wolfhounds are perfect angels.
The first animal Maeve encountered when she was headed home to NOLA was a tiny kitten, only a few days old, who belonged to a friend. Maeve nosed the kitten and was gentle, just being happy to be near it for quite a while. As an adult, it was obvious cats mesmerized her and she wanted to be near them, but the feeling was never mutual. Late one afternoon in the Bywater of New Orleans, we stopped to talk with a friend. The friend’s cat walked under Maeve, somehow completely unaware of Maeve. All the humans were motionless. When the cat noticed Maeve and vice versa, both cat and dog jumped straight up in the air – then the cat ran and Maeve wanted to play; it was the closest she’d ever been to a cat since she was a puppy.
Maeve lived with two older Yorkies, Echo and Vivian. After we lost one, and having thought about it for a while, we decided that adding another Wolfhound was a good choice. Maeve was just over 2 yrs old when we brought her mother, CH Windfern’s Bramble, home. Scarlett was truly a vibrant red Wolfhound and rather set in her ways. She and Maeve were happy to be reunited and the bond was close. Scarlett lived to be 9.5 years old.