Glacier Lake & Division Mountain, Banff National Park, Canada (7-28-14)

Lupe and SPHP had a great time on the easy trail to Glacier Lake and beyond.  Amazingly, although it was the height of tourist season in Banff National Park, Lupe met absolutely no one else the entire day until very close to the end of the return trip.  Perhaps a sign at the trailhead explains why Lupe and SPHP enjoyed a day of such unexpected solitude.  The sign said that since Glacier Lake is at a fairly low elevation, the trail to Glacier Lake is among the first to be snow free early in the year.  Consequently, it is a popular trail in late spring and less so later in the summer.

The turnoff for the Glacier Lake trailhead is located a short distance (less than a kilometer) NW of Saskatchewan Crossing on the W side of Icefields Parkway Hwy 93. (Saskatchewan Crossing is in northern Banff National Park at the intersection of Icefields Parkway Hwy 93 and Hwy 11 which heads E to Rocky Mountain House.)  The trailhead is at a large gravel parking area still quite close to Hwy 93 at the end of a short gravel road.

Having taken a couple of gorgeous long day hikes (Iceline Trail and Cirque Peak) with Lupe involving a lot of elevation gain on the previous two days, SPHP at least, was ready for something a bit less strenuous.  SPHP had noticed on the maps during previous trips to Canada a large lake called Glacier Lake in northern Banff National Park.  The trail to Glacier Lake did not involve much elevation gain, so SPHP decided maybe this would be a great opportunity for Lupe to explore the Glacier Lake Trail.

Lupe set out from the trailhead at 8:54 AM.  The day promised to be rather hot for the Canadian Rockies.  It was already 52 °F out with totally clear blue skies and no breeze at all.  Only one other vehicle was parked at the spacious trailhead parking lot.  The Glacier Lake Trail started out heading SW through a forest with lots of squirrels, which made Lupe quite happy right away.

Lupe a bit N of the great footbridge across the North Saskatchewan River.
Lupe a bit N of the great footbridge across the North Saskatchewan River.

The trail was level until approaching the N. Saskatchewan River where it dropped down to the high bank on the E side of the river.  At 1.1 km from the trailhead, there was a large excellent footbridge across the N. Saskatchewan.  The river was flowing strongly and a beautiful icy blue-gray color.  Before crossing the bridge, Lupe explored just a little bit to the N along the 20 foot cliffs above the E bank of the river, just to watch the water roar along over the rapids upstream of the bridge.

Looking upstream from the footbridge across the North Saskatchewan River.
Looking upstream from the footbridge across the North Saskatchewan River.

After crossing the N. Saskatchewan, the trail climbed back out of the river gorge before resuming a level trek SW through the forest.  After another 1.2 km, Lupe reached an open grassy area on a little bluff above the Howse River.  From the bluff was a wonderful view to the SW of the Howse River, a big meandering braided stream in a huge flat valley, and Mt. Outram (10,646 ft.) in the distance.

Off to the NW side of the river a low green forested ridge was in sight ahead.  Lupe would have to climb over this ridge to get to Glacier Lake.  Unfortunately, mosquitoes, which were bothersome all day, were particularly voracious and numerous at the Howse River viewpoint.  Lupe stayed only long enough for a quick photo and pressed on.

Lupe at the Howse River viewpoint. Mt. Outram in the distance.
Lupe at the Howse River viewpoint. Mt. Outram in the distance.  The Glacier Lake Trail climbs over the low forested ridge at the right to reach Glacier Lake.

The trail dropped down from the viewpoint to the N bank of the Howse River, which it followed W across a small meadow before leaving the river and heading back into the forest.  Although the trail remained quite close to the floor of the river valley and not far N of the river for a considerable distance, the Howse River stayed hidden by the forest and never came back into view.  The trail turned SW again and gradually started to climb.

Eventually Lupe came to a stream where she could cool off and get a drink.  The trail climbed steadily at a moderate pace as it followed the stream, crossing it 5 times on small plank bridges.  Even after leaving the stream, the trail continued climbing for a while.  Finally, Lupe reached the top of the low ridge, which was the highest elevation attained on this day’s entire hike.  The top of the ridge was flat for some distance.  Surprisingly, the ground was damp, even muddy in places.  Lupe barked at the numerous squirrels in the forest with great energy and enthusiasm.  She was having a wonderful time.

Having crossed the ridge, the trail started heading down towards Glacier Lake, which was not visible yet through the dense forest.  The trail wound around, still heading generally SW and lost all of the elevation Lupe had gained climbing the ridge.  (Glacier Lake itself is actually 10 meters below the Glacier Lake trailhead.)  Thousands of moths were fluttering around this portion of the forest.

Lupe reaches Glacier Lake. Division Mountain and the SE Lyell Glacier in the distance.
Lupe reaches Glacier Lake. Division Mountain (9,910 ft.) and the SE Lyell Glacier in the distance.

After a while, a sign came into view ahead at a trail intersection.  By the time Lupe reached the intersection, Glacier Lake was visible just ahead through the trees.  Lupe was now 6.6 km from the Howse River viewpoint.  The sign indicated that the trail heading S led to the Glacier Lake campground, which is located at the E end of the lake.  Another trail continued WSW along the N shore of the lake.  Despite the relative proximity of the campground, which couldn’t have been very far away, Lupe neither saw nor heard anyone.

Lupe, being a very intelligent dingo, headed straight on down to Glacier Lake and got in to cool off.  By now it was getting plenty warm out.  Moths were flying all around, and there were quite a few that had flown down and become stuck on the surface of the lake.  They were fluttering madly about desperately trying to escape.  There was no sign of any hungry fish willing to eat them.  The fish were probably all mothed out.  The lake was calm and smooth, other than the tiny ripples generated by the struggling moths.

Lupe takes a shady break shortly after reaching Glacier Lake.
Lupe takes a shady break shortly after reaching Glacier Lake.

Lupe was at the ENE end of Glacier Lake, which filled the entire broad valley ahead.  Glacier Lake is roughly 3.5 km long and almost 1 km wide.  It was a light milky blue color and somewhat opaque.  Looking ahead to the WSW, the lake was bordered by large mountains.  Division Mountain lay beyond the far end of the lake, and the SE Lyell Glacier on it drew the eye like a magnet.  Lupe rested in the shade of a low tree branch near the shore of Glacier Lake.  She snapped at flies and was bothered by mosquitoes.

Lupe was now 8.9 km from the trailhead.  A sign back at the trailhead had said that a rough trail continued 4.5 km along the N shore of Glacier Lake.  It was supposed to be possible to hike beyond the lake and reach the glacial moraines.  The valley upstream below Division Mountain and SE Lyell Glacier looked like a great place to explore, so after a brief rest, Lupe headed out along the trail on the N shore of Glacier Lake heading WSW.

Not too far along this trail, Lupe came to a place where her barking at squirrels echoed back very clearly at her from the other side of the lake.  She found the echoes quite puzzling, as she could never see this dog that barked every time she did.  SPHP seemed unduly amused by the situation, so after a few minutes, Lupe continued on to maintain her dignity.  She passed by a couple of old campfire sites along the way.  Despite being described back at the trailhead as a rough trail, this trail was actually in pretty good condition all the way to the far end of the lake.

SW beyond Glacier Lake were views to the S across the Glacier River of these splendid mountains, one of which is possibly Mt. Forbes (11,867 ft.).

Once Lupe got past Glacier Lake, the trail was no longer pinned back in the forest at the foot of the mountain along the N side of the valley.  Instead it went down onto the broad flat valley floor.  This was an area that was quite open, but with lots of bushes with little red berries and a few stands of trees scattered around.  There were pockets of water here and there, too, where Lupe could cool off. SPHP became more cautious as it seemed like this might be a likely place for bears, although the notion that they might well prefer higher country to avoid the heat this time of year gave some comfort.

A closer look at the mountains to the S.

Beyond Glacier Lake, the trail was fainter, but still easily followed, which Lupe did until it ended suddenly at an eroded bank of the Glacier River.  The Glacier River is the main water source for Glacier Lake.  It was a very pretty icy blue color, but deep and swift enough to preclude any thought of fording it.  Happily, a short stroll upstream along the N bank of the river soon led to another faint trail.

Lupe followed this new faint trail upstream for some distance, but eventually the Glacier River moved over to the N side of the valley forcing the trail back up into the woods at the base of the mountain.  At first this trail seemed to be OK, but quite soon Lupe started coming to more and more deadfall timber on the trail.  Lupe didn’t have any real problems with it, but it slowed SPHP down considerably.

Soon the deadfall became so thick that it became difficult to tell where the trail was, or if there was even still a trail to follow.  At times the main part of the Glacier River moved a bit off to the S and Lupe could get back down on the valley floor for short distances, but there were little side flows and pockets of water and mucky, marshy ground which made even that route difficult.  After trekking along for what seemed like quite a while, but couldn’t have involved much distance, the trail seemed to just completely end in a jumble of deadfall in the forest.

Lupe enjoys a rest on the moss SW of Glacier Lake where the trail vanished.
Lupe enjoys a rest on the moss SW of Glacier Lake where the trail vanished.

Lupe and SPHP stopped and had a late lunch.  Lupe rested very comfortably on some green moss and enjoyed her Taste of the Wild, while SPHP paused to consider the situation.  Perhaps 1/2 km farther upstream was a low forested ridge jutting out to the S from the mountain.  This ridge forced the Glacier River back to the S side of the valley.  It looked like once the low ridge could be reached, it was likely the rest of the trip to the glacial moraines below Division Mountain and the SE Lyell Glacier would be pretty easy.  SPHP guessed the glacial moraines were at most only 2 or 3 km beyond the low ridge.

Unfortunately, the afternoon was already wearing on.  Pretty soon it would be time to turn back.  SPHP decided to allow another 30 minutes to try to find the trail again or some other clear route to that low ridge.  Sadly 30 minutes came and went.  Lupe and SPHP had not made much headway through the deadfall timber.  The forest was nearly impenetrable.  The valley floor was blocked alternately by the Glacier River or a slow slog around deep pockets of water and mud.

Lupe near her farthest point of advance along the Glacier River. Division Mountain and the SE Lyell Glacier tantalizingly out of reach.
Lupe near her farthest point of advance along the Glacier River. Division Mountain and the SE Lyell Glacier tantalizingly out of reach.
Division Mountain & the SE Lyell Glacier and from the Glacier River.
Division Mountain & the SE Lyell Glacier and from the Glacier River.  What magnificent sights lurked around the corner just out of reach on this glorious day?

At this pace, it was going to take a another hour just to get to the low ridge.  Clearly it was too late in the day for that.  Very reluctantly, and convinced they were not far from magnificent sights ahead, SPHP informed Lupe it was time to turn back.  Lupe’s spirits were not dampened at all.  She was going to get a second shot at barking at all the squirrels she had seen along the way!

Lupe gets refreshed in Glacier Lake on the way back.
Lupe gets refreshed in Glacier Lake on the way back.

The entire return trip was along the exact same route.  At the bridge over the N. Saskatchewan River, Lupe saw the only other hikers she encountered the entire day.  A couple from Monterrey, Mexico were standing on the SW end of the bridge.  They said they had never been to Canada before.  They and their son, who was out of sight exploring the river bank somewhere below the bridge, had flown into Edmonton and they were now touring the Canadian Rockies.  The Mexicans were very impressed, both with the spectacular scenery and the annoying mosquitoes.

Good-bye to Glacier Lake, Banff National Park, Canada
Good-bye to Glacier Lake, Banff National Park, Canada

Lupe arrived back at the Glacier Lake Trailhead at 7:16 PM.  It was a still roasting 81 °F out.  The sun was still blazing like a demon in a clear blue sky, although it would soon disappear behind the mountains.  The G6 was beastly hot after being closed up all day.  Lupe and SPHP hopped in and headed N on the beautiful Icefields Parkway Hwy No. 93, cruising along with the windows partially down so our heroic dingo could enjoy the wind in her face while she and SPHP gazed happily at the magnificent Canadian Rockies.

Although the round trip to Glacier Lake and beyond had been quite a long day hike of over 10 hours, it was actually a pretty easy day until the trail beyond the lake had disappeared beneath the deadfall timber.  After two long day hikes in a row with substantial elevation gains, this less strenuous hike was a rather welcome relief to SPHP.

The sad part was that the most fantastic scenery near Divide Mountain and the SE Lyell Glacier proved tantalizingly close, yet just out of reach.  SPHP is absolutely convinced that this area merits further exploration.  It was a shame the last section of trail was such a shambles.  At Lupe’s point of farthest advance, she was only 2-3 kilometers beyond Glacier Lake.  Just being able to go just a little bit farther would have made a lot of difference.

Lupe suggests any other dingoes hoping to explore the area near Divide Mountain and the SE Lyell Glacier persuade their SPHP’s to get an earlier start.  Better yet, obtain a wilderness pass (required for overnight stays) and make a reservation at the campground at Glacier Lake.  With base camp so close, success would be ensured despite the deadfall timber.  Lupe and SPHP would love to see photos any successful adventurers who get close to the SE Lyell Glacier are willing to share.

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Black Hills, SD Expedition No. 126 – Battle Mountain, Parker Peak & Pilger Mountain (4-11-15)

Lupe got to do a little peakbagging in the southern Black Hills on this bright, clear warm day in early April.  Her first peak was Battle Mountain (4,434 ft.) near Hot Springs, the site of a fight between the Cheyenne and Sioux tribes in 1869.  SPHP had to drive around on the streets just E of Hwy 385 where it came into Hot Springs from the N to discover that Thompson Avenue is the correct street to turn off Hwy 385.  A block or two from Hwy 385, it becomes Battle Mountain Road.  SPHP parked the G6 on Sheridan Street a block N of Battle Mountain Road.  It was 9:07 AM and 52°F out when Lupe left the G6.

History of Battle Mountain.
Lupe near the start of Battle Mountain Road.
Lupe near the start of Battle Mountain Road.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the air was totally calm.  SPHP knew it was going to get hot fast and was anxious to get up Battle Mountain before the climb became too sweaty.  The climb was a straight forward trudge up Battle Mountain Road involving an elevation gain of over 900 feet.  There were scattered trees on mostly open ground for the first part of the climb, but as Lupe got close to the top of the mountain, there was more forest and shade.  SPHP also started noticing a fair amount of trash along the road and began collecting it in a couple of extra plastic grocery bags.

The little lookout tower on Battle Mountain.

The top of Battle Mountain had an assortment of towers and wires and sheds on it.  SPHP soon discovered that there was also a considerable amount of broken glass around too.  To prevent Lupe from slicing up her paws on the broken glass, SPHP carried her from rock to rock for a few pictures in the summit area.   The best views were to the SE towards Angostura Reservoir out on the prairie just outside of the Black Hills, and to the S towards the large hill S of Hot Springs.  There was also a view of Hot Springs, SD to the W.

Looking SE towards Angostura Reservoir from Battle Mountain.
Angostura Reservoir is near the center of the photo faintly blue on the horizon.  Looking SE from Battle Mountain.
Looking S from Battle Mountain.
Looking S from Battle Mountain.
The Golden West telephone tower from Battle Mountain.
The Golden West telephone tower from Battle Mountain.

Due to the broken glass, Lupe was not allowed to stay up at the summit of Battle Mountain for very long.  SPHP did not even attempt to pick up any glass, fearing that the longer Lupe was up there, the greater the chance she would get hurt.  However, SPHP did completely fill two plastic grocery sacks with trash on the return trip down the mountain.  These were deposited in the trunk of the G6 for sorting, recycling and disposal the next day.  Plenty more cleanup needs to be done on Battle Mountain, but at least things are a bit better than when Lupe arrived.

The town of Hot Springs, SD to the W of Battle Mountain.
The town of Hot Springs, SD to the W of Battle Mountain.
The Golden West telephone tower sits on a sub peak just W of the summit of Battle Mountain.

It was 11:07 AM and 62°F by the time Lupe made it back to the G6.  Although a new idea for one of her Black Hills Expeditions, Lupe graciously agreed to a short tour of Hot Springs, SD for the sake of her blog readers.  She stopped by Evans Plunge, the Kidney Springs Gazebo downtown and the Mammoth Site, all Hot Springs attractions of some merit.

Evans Plunge is one of the main attractions in Hot Springs, SD. The main facility includes a large indoor pool with a pebble bottom and a couple of water slides. SPHP loves hot springs as a place to relax, get some exercise and clean up when traveling. Evans Plunge is one of the best.
Evans Plunge is one of the main attractions in Hot Springs, SD. The main facility includes a large indoor pool with a pebble bottom and a couple of water slides. SPHP loves hot springs as a place to relax, get some refreshing exercise and clean up when traveling. Evans Plunge is one of the best!  Sadly, Lupe never gets to enjoy the hot springs.
The Kidney Springs gazebo near Fall River near downtown Hot Springs, SD.
The Kidney Springs gazebo near Fall River in downtown Hot Springs, SD.
Lupe near Fall River in downtown Hot Springs, SD.
Lupe near Fall River in downtown Hot Springs, SD.  Note the blue bison on the building at right.
Lupe at the little waterfall not far from the Kidney Springs gazebo in Hot Springs, SD.
Hot Springs, SD has many old buildings of sandstone architecture. SPHP didn't read the plaque until later and did not realize there was something different on side 2. Oops!
Hot Springs, SD has many old buildings of sandstone architecture. SPHP didn’t read the plaque until later and did not realize there was more info on the other side.  Oops!
A better look at the awesome blue bison which was more interesting to SPHP than the sandstone architecture.
A better look at the awesome blue bison which was more interesting to SPHP than the sandstone architecture.

Mammoth Site plaque Hot Springs, SD

Many thousands of years ago mammoths roamed the Hot Springs area. A few Neanderthals still do, and can likely be found partying on Battle Mountain on Friday and Saturday nights. If in the area and so inclined, you can now go there and pick up their trash, or join them in their festivities. The mammoths are long gone, and despite the Neanderthals, now Dingoes rule the earth! At least when not blinded by the sun.

Once her tour of Hot Springs was over, Lupe headed W on Hwy 18 towards Parker Peak (4,848 ft.), the county high point for Fall River County.  Although Parker Peak is on National Forest land, it is completely surrounded by private property.  SPHP hoped to obtain permission for Lupe to climb Parker Peak, but was unsuccessful in locating the landowner.

Lupe NNW of Parker Peak, the highest point in Fall River county.
Parker Peak from the W. Parker Peak is on national forest land, but surrounded by private property. Lupe did not get to climb it.
Parker Peak from the W. Parker Peak is on national forest land, but surrounded by private property. Lupe did not get to climb it.

Giving up on Parker Peak, Lupe and SPHP headed NW out on dusty Pilger Mountain Road into a remote part of the SW Black Hills with the intention of reaching Pilger Mountain (4,788 ft.).  Neither Lupe nor SPHP had ever been out in this area before.  The scenery was quite interesting and western.  SPHP stopped the G6 a couple of times for photos along the way.  From Pilger Mountain Road, SPHP took Elbow Canyon Road up to its junction with USFS Road No. 319.

A western scene along Pilger Mountain Road in the SW Black Hills.
A western scene along Pilger Mountain Road in the SW Black Hills.  The sun kept Lupe squinting most of the day.
SPHP's favorite rock formation and favorite dingo along Pilger Mountain Road.
SPHP’s favorite rock formation and favorite dingo along Pilger Mountain Road.

The junction of Elbow Canyon Road and USFS Road No. 319 was up on top of a broad open ridge.  SPHP was surprised to see several pickup trucks with horse trailers parked near the junction.  No one was around, so Lupe and SPHP just added the G6 to the collection of vehicles.  It was 1:18 PM and now 73°F when Lupe and SPHP headed N on USFS Road No. 319.

USFS Road No. 319 heads NNW from the junction with Elbow Canyon Road for about 5 miles before going over Pilger Mountain.  Lupe and SPHP followed it all the way.  The road remains up on a broad ridge of open grassland for the first few miles at the S end.  There are some pine trees around, but they tend to be near the edges of the ridge or up on various knolls and high spots along the way.  The road very gradually gains elevation for most of the distance with only one drop of any significance, which is about a mile from Pilger Mountain.  As No. 319 gets closer to Pilger Mountain, the ridge narrows considerably and the road enters a forest.

Neither Lupe nor SPHP was really enthused about the heat this early in April.  Out on the exposed grassland and wearing a fur coat, Lupe was too hot to really enjoy the trek.  She plodded along right behind SPHP hoping for water breaks, which came fairly frequently.  The Black Hills are well behind normal precipitation so far in 2015.  March and April have seen virtually no moisture in the southern hills.  USFS Road No. 319 was parched and dusty.  Despite the much warmer than normal weather experienced since early March, the grass has not greened up much at all due to the lack of moisture.

At least the hike was easy, since the rate of climb heading N was so gradual.  SPHP did enjoy the views which frequently presented themselves along the ridge.  Sometimes the views were to the W or SW into Wyoming.  At other times they were to the E back towards the main body of the Black Hills.  The views weren’t the only thing attracting attention.  SPHP was also surprised by the occasional presence of people.  A red jeep came along from the S after a while.  Later on, a group of 7 or 8 ATV’s and motorcycles appeared from a minor side road and roared N along No. 319.  The jeep, ATV’s and motorcycles later reappeared heading back S while Lupe was still heading N.

As the afternoon wore on, a welcome breeze began to stir up out of the W.  It slowly gained in strength, although most of the time Lupe only heard it up in the trees.  The breeze did help some though.  It started to get a bit cooler too.  Lupe started perking up when the road finally entered the forest.  By then it wasn’t all that much farther to Pilger Mountain.

Lupe up on top of the rock SPHP decided may as well be considered the summit of Pilger Mountain.
Lupe up on top of the rock SPHP decided may as well be considered the summit of Pilger Mountain.

Pilger Mountain turned out to be just a somewhat higher spot near the N end of the 5 mile long ridge.  The summit area was a couple hundred yards wide E/W and even longer N/S, and so flat it was difficult to say where the true summit was.  Lupe and SPHP went all around the area looking for the highest point.  SPHP hoped to find a USGS Benchmark, but never did.  Finally, SPHP concluded the highest point was likely one of several rocks near the center of the area.  There was one slightly higher spot toward the forest on the E side of the mountain, but it was not natural.  You could tell it was the result of human excavations.  At any rate, it could only have been a couple of feet higher.

Lupe up on top of the largest rock formation on Pilger Mountain, near the NW end of the summit area.
Lupe up on top of the largest rock formation on Pilger Mountain, near the NW end of the summit area.

Most of the top of Pilger Mountain was grassland with scattered pines.  However, the grassland was surrounded by forest along the edges, so there weren’t many places to get a good view.  Toward the NW, Lupe found the most impressive rock outcroppings on Pilger Mountain.  A short distance beyond them was a small cliff with some pretty decent views off to the W and N.  In the distance to the NNW, SPHP saw Elk Mountain (5,669 ft.) where Lupe had been a week prior on Expedition No. 125.  There were also some pretty good views to the E from some high ground at the far SE corner of the summit area on Pilger Mountain.

Looking SE from Pilger Mountain.
Another shot SE from Pilger Mountain.

The trip back to the G6 from Pilger Mountain was more fun than the trip to the mountain had been.  The sun was getting lower and the temperatures were cooling down.  The breeze was blowing harder, but not enough to be at all annoying.  Only one more ATV appeared to disturb the serenity and seclusion.  SPHP saw a couple of pronghorn antelope bouncing away down on the grasslands near Robinson Flats near the S end of the trek.  There were some really wild looking canyons and ridges nearby to the SW and Lupe picked up the scent of something exciting over there.  She ran back and forth sniffing the ground in a state of agitation and expectation, enjoying some mystery only the dingo’s nose knew about.

This view to the NE was taken from the ridge S of Pilger Mountain.
This view to the NE was taken from the ridge S of Pilger Mountain.
Looking SE from S of Pilger Mountain.

Lupe reached the G6 again at 7:23 PM.  By now it was a totally acceptable 57°F out.  All of the pickup trucks and horse trailers were gone.  Only the G6 remained.  SPHP gave Lupe one more drink of water before she hopped into the G6 for the dusty ride home.  She rode with her head outside the window, with a big smile on her face and her tongue hanging out in the breeze.

It wasn’t until reaching the pavement at the highway that SPHP made Lupe get her head back inside the window.  Lupe still wasn’t done.  She stood with her paws on the dash and launched into a barking frenzy at every cow she passed until it got too dark to see them.  A few cows glanced up from the grass wondering what the heck was that?  What a great dingo day!

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Guilty as Charged!

Note: This post is the third and concluding post in a series that started with “How to Choose the Perfect Puppy” followed by “My Perfect Puppy – The Arrival of Lupe“.  All three posts can be found in the Dingo Tales category on the homepage main menu.

The reader may recall from an earlier post entitled “How to Choose the Perfect Puppy” that I had discouraged my spouse in January, 2011 from even getting a puppy with a rather long list of objections.  However, as related in a subsequent post “My Perfect Puppy – The Arrival of Lupe”, I was over-ruled and on February 11, 2011 became the unwilling new co-owner of Lupe, who converted me over in a single evening from not wanting a puppy at all to being delighted at becoming Lupe’s new best friend.

Despite this joyful near instant conversion to Lupe’s side, there was merit to many of the objections I originally presented to getting a puppy.  Having Lupe around made for all sorts of interesting new developments, some unforeseen and many others much as I had predicted.  My spouse had read a number of books about dogs prior to getting Lupe and worked quite diligently toward training her.  I, however, was not much interested in books and training and discipline.  I preferred to just have fun with the puppy.

Which do you prefer?  Discipline and training, or having fun?  Lupe took to my methods like a duck to water, and my spouse’s diligent training efforts suffered because of it.  Of course, some of the puppy problems were unavoidable.  It took a little while to house-break Lupe, our old cat fled to the basement and lived self-exiled in needless fear, and we had vet and other expenses associated with having a dog.  However, some problems were made worse, much worse, by my endless frolicking and rough-housing with Lupe.  I was teaching Lupe bad habits.  She loved them.

Lupe chewed.  She chewed holes in shoes and socks.  I egged her on by using old socks for games of tug-of-war with her.  As a result, anytime I carelessly left a sock on the floor, it was doomed to destruction at the enthusiastic jaws of the puppy.  Many a time I wound up trying to catch Lupe, who had just discovered a perfectly good new and unprotected sock, before she could chew a hole in it.

Lupe thought this was the best game in the world.  She raced with a mouthful of sock up and down the stairs, dashing in and out of various rooms, and leading me on a merry chase.  When I got too close, she usually disappeared under the bed where she promptly chewed a big hole in her latest victim before I could rescue it.  My brother-in-law could scarcely contain his mirth when one day I took off a shoe to unexpectedly reveal four toes sticking out of a huge hole at the end my sock.  It was about the best pair of socks I had left.

Lupe and her favorite nemesis, Mr. Woof, the pink puppy of Peace & Love.
Lupe and her favorite nemesis, Mr. Woof, the pink puppy of Peace & Love.

Lupe ate my feather-filled slippers and feathers were everywhere.  Lupe chewed my hands while we engaged in mock battles.  She grew so strong I had to get gloves, and then she shredded and devoured the gloves.  One day when Lupe was bored, I found her chewing a big chunk out of the drywall in the living room.  Lupe chewed holes in pillows which then leaked even more feathers.  Nightly she enjoyed ripping the stuffing out of the comforter on the bed and chewing holes in the blankets.  I awoke some mornings to find she had eaten embarrassing holes in my pajamas while I slept.  With great gusto, Lupe chomped and destroyed the dog toys my spouse got for her.

Chewing wasn’t all that Lupe did, though.  Dingoes are high-strung and loud.  Lupe right away understood the concept of territory.  She barked at anything that came anywhere near the house.  She barked at other dogs.  She barked at squirrels.  She ran full speed barking underneath birds flying over the yard.  She barked at our good neighbors, even though they gave her treats.  She learned to eagerly await the arrival of the mail lady, and barked in such a frenzy it seemed certain she was going to burst through the front window and go after her.

Lupe had certain fetishes that set her off too.  She was deeply suspicious of drapes and attacked them whenever someone attempted to open or close them.  She attacked shovels, rakes, the lawn mower and the garden hose.  It became impossible to get anything done in the yard when Lupe was around.

Most of the stuff Lupe destroyed was old anyway.  No one got hurt, though my hands regularly got roughed up a bit.  Through it all, I laughed and had fun playing with Lupe.  I followed her path of destruction, picking up after her when needed.  I looked on it all as just normal puppy stuff.  There was no doubt though that Lupe was guilty as charged.  She did most of the stuff I had predicted.  What I hadn’t predicted was that I would also be equally guilty right along with her.  I was her accomplice and sidekick.  Together we led a life of puppy crime and had a great time doing it.

No doubt Lupe would be a better mannered doggie today, if my spouse had been free to discipline and train her without my constant bad influence.  Nevertheless, I’m glad it all happened the way it did.  I’m pretty certain Lupe is too.

Who me? I'm innocent! What do you think I am, your sock's keeper?
Who me? I’m innocent! What do you think I am, your sock’s keeper?

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