Dogs of Lodges
Yesterday I got the opportunity to hop on an NWT Tourism charter from Yellowknife out to two lodges that are (barely) in the NWT: Scott Lake Lodge, on the Saskatchewan border, and Kasba Lake Lodge, which is just northwest of the four-corners-border of the NWT, Nunavut, Saskatchewan and Manitoba.
Camera and notebook in hand, I was ready to capture as much of these places as I could in the short time we were visiting. (It was only a day trip, so we spent about seven hours in a Twin Otter and 45 minutes at each lodge.)
Of course, as in many a Northern place, there are dogs roaming about. Dogs that distract even the most intrepid reporter.
Here’s a dog I dubbed Gary. He hangs out by the Northern Store in Stony Rapids, Saskatchewan, where we made a fuel stop, and gets lots of blackflies in his face. But he doesn't care.
This is the other dog from Stony Rapids I also called Gary. Nothing phases him. He was sleeping on the dock while our Twin Otter revved its engines a few metres away from him and he didn’t even wake up.
This is Gary again. He just doesn’t care about the plane noises.
This is a dog I called Jerry, from Scott Lake. He’s kind of a jerk. He never stops moving and will bark at you and bully you unless you throw sticks in the water for him. Forever.
This is Jerry’s friend, a dog I called Greg. He’s a little younger, but also wants you to throw sticks in the water. He’s not as much of a jerk about it, and Jerry usually steals them anyway. He’s just happy to have friends, really, even if they steal his sticks.
This is Greg, and his stick, as we left. Proof you don’t even need an hour with a dog to break its heart when you leave.