Paps often says “You wanted a Puppy!”….and at times I question my sanity. Even as I sit here trying to remember the events of June, I’m wrestling a 44 lb German Shepherd Dog (GSD) on her bed. Note, not the couch, not MY bed…her bed. Because I can’t do anything without the land shark finding her next victim.
So let me take you back, waaaaaay back to June. Oh man. Remember that sweet, sweet puppy on the rope bag? The one that so incredibly cute, sweet, and slept in my lap? That pup has been replaced with an autonomous, intelligent, cunning and sometimes very naughty little dog (part alligator?).
So we made our second trip towards Trango’s mother land…Central Oregon.
So…we made it there! But did we climb a lot? Oh, heck no. The first day we started out early only to deal with barking, whining, digging, eating rocks, and acting like a maniac. So, we bailed like the embarrassed parents in a church service whose toddler threw himself across the pews.
TP (Trango pup) apparently gets priority. We found some shade for a puppy to relax and flexed our tolerance muscles to make a plan.
We climbed at sunset while she napped!
The next day we went to Crater Lake, because cleary that was puppy compatible.
So, we tried climbing again, but this time raced the sun, and found a spot where we (Paps) could could work on Trad and Trango could hang out.
You’re probably curious why she has a tarp. She eats rocks.
We really enjoyed our time with TP. We learned a lot, and all of us still have a lot to learn.
As for the van, at this time we have a plan. More to come!
Until next time…