The toughest dog in Alaska (see earlier post for explanation), Tank the terrier, has remained vigilant all summer long. Night and day the streets of McCarthy are safe under the watchful eye of this dog. With the nearest law enforcement located hours away in Glen Allen, it’s important to have a local presence of order. Here are some pictures of Tank on patrol.
See the criminal tresspassers run in fear. Terriers are renowned for their incredible strength. The log Tank is hauling weighs twice as much as he does.
Moments after this picture was taken, the daring and careless man suffered a broken arm.
Tank may be the toughest dog around, but the coolest dog is Gus. Gus is a blue heeler owned by a couple from Arkansas. Although Gus doesn’t look big, he weighs like 70 pounds. He’s dense, like dark matter or certain kinds of brownies. His dense status doesn’t stop him from performing astonishing acrobatic feats. Here are two pictures of Gus in turbo frisbee anti-gravity mode. Also pictured is Tazzy, the most beatific Zen border collie in existence.
“Time don’t fly, it bounds and leaps” John Prine
Fall in the Wrangells. Nature performs another crescendo. It gets dark again. The stars are visible at night, along with your breath. The soap berry bushes have withered, while the cranberries ripen into robust translucent orbs. All the animals are fat. Everyday is crisper. The air tastes like it has fermented in the mountaintops. The colors are starting to peak. The change is perceptible in real time. It’s fall. Everyone is exultant, even stupefied. Commenting on the season is required conversation. It’s like standing beside the ocean. It really can’t be ignored. Certain phenomenons are just like big cosmic turbines generating a profound amount of WOW voltage. A clear night sky bursting with stars is like that, same with horizon events, sunsets and sunrises. Seasons, no matter how many you’ve lived through, are like that too. The whole landscape, the world as we know it, revolts, morphs, and revolutionizes seemingly overnight.