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.

Moose Follies

The moose near our "old house" by Fort Wainwright were very brazen. I reckon this was because hunters can't shoot them in our subdivision, so the moose were able to relax. They walked around like they owned the place, and visited very frequently. Typically, they would stick around the area for about 4 days before moving on. They prefer to show up at 3am and make the dogs go crazy. Forget about getting any sleep.

The Aurora

Here's an obligatory Northern Lights photo. It's real name is the Aurora Borealis, and most people here just call it "the Aurora", as in, "there was a great Aurora last night". The colder it is, the more active it is; sometimes it just cooks right along and goes all across the sky. We're not far enough North to get a variety of colors; it is mostly green and yellow.