You Can Help The Wolves
Wolf hunting starts in Idaho on September 1st. Speak up for wolves and sign the petition against the hunting and de-listing of the gray wolf:
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/165659664?z00m=19785216
Tell your senators that you want to see Federal protection reinstated for the gray wolf in the Northern Rockies.
A District Court judge will begin hearing a case – this Monday – which may affect whether or not the hunt will take place:
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2009770502_apidwolfhunthearing.html
Support ranchers with other, non-lethal options for protecting livestock. Of course, we recommend the Great Pyrenees as a flock guardian and watchdog. 
G2 – Glacier the Second
This is Glacier II, a purebred Great Pyrenees that we got from the Skagway animal shelter. Here he is attending the Chena Hot Springs Energy Fair (as Glacier I had done). “The Hot Springs” is about 60 miles from our home, and it’s usually a wonderfully quiet and scenic drive. Yesterday’s trip, however, was plagued by construction. But the weather was ideal.
G2 was a big celebrity – tourists wanted to take his picture, children ran up to him, people driving by would wave.
This is G2 and Daddy :
First Mush of the Season
This afternoon I ran two different sets of dogs. Since we’re at the new house (more on that later), none of us know the trails or area very well. For the first set, I opted for power, not speed, and choose Glacier and BamBam, who are both very large 75 pound dogs.
This is Glacier, he is a Pyrenees and Lab mix. He is modeling an Alpine Outfitters Urban Trail Harness. It is fully padded with fleece and has reflective tape. I like that it has a center pull ring, and doesn’t put any weight on the dog’s hips.
Glacier was a perfect gentleman and did everything just right. He lined out, pulled well, took directions and stayed on the trail for the most part.
BamBam was a handful. He didn’t want to harness up, tried to chew everything, got tangled a lot, and frequently went off the trail to look at something or go pee. BamBam did have his moments though, and took the turns very well.
Our sled is a Laughing Husky 5-foot beginner. It has lived to fight another day…
Sherpa
Sherpa was one of our original “New York” dogs, one of the 5 dogs we drove across the country with when we moved to Alaska.
The Manhattan shelter described him as a Samoyed, but he was most likely a Pyrenees/German Shepherd mix. He came in as a stray from the Bronx and had apparently been outdoors for a long time; his weight was very good, but his coat was filthy and full of dead hair.
Sherpa had a odd personality. He wasn’t our alpha dog, but he was definitely The King. He died of prostate cancer (even though he was neutered) in 2005 at the age of 9.
