Canoeing with Canines

18 Jul

The last two nights I have taken different dogs out for a canoe ride. Being their first canoe rides, I chose not to take a camera along just in case things went poorly. You’ll have to take my word for it as I recount my two very different experiences.

Last night … light wind, lovely sun but not overly hot as we’ve had windy, cool weather the last few days. I decided to take Charlie for the test run. I wasn’t even sure the canoe I wanted to borrow would be at the lake and was ready for disappointment.


It was there – YAY – but the mosquitoes were ferocious. I had sprayed Deet on my legs and sport-sandaled feet and pulled a hoody up over my head. I got the boat in the water and my stuff in it before I took Charlie down from the car.

It took a bit of convincing to get him to hop in and he was a bit nervous but mostly excited as I shoved the canoe away and into the boggy creek full of vegetation and pond lilies. The mosquitoes followed us for quite a while so I worked up a sweat before they left us behind and we got into some more open water where the breeze was.

At that point I took the hoody off (always a life jacket on though!) and gosh I love the feeling of the sun and wind on my skin. There’s just something about summer air and bare skin that go together. Not in a too-short of skirt and spike heels attract the wrong sort of attention kind of way. Just that bush baby, we were all born nude for a reason kind of way.

Charlie is a steady dog. He quickly accepted that this was a decent adventure and settled in, ears perked up and watching the shoreline the whole time.

When we started out the sunlight was still afternoon harsh but two hours later when we reluctantly pulled back into shore it was that soft golden colour of evening that makes the surroundings so memorable.

I paddled Charlie down the creek and into Shady Lake following the left shore. It was all marsh grasses until we reached nearly the end of the lake before I found a sand and rocky area to pull up. I let him out of the canoe to swim for a few minutes before we carried on and this is where it gets stellar.

[Oh God. Hang on. I need to scratch the mosquito bite on the inside of my right ear. I’ll explain that in a moment. Oooooooooooo feels so good to itch]

As I circled the far shore with Charlie and then paddled back up the channel to the put-in, here’s the wildlife we saw.

First a fish jumped. Then the mergansers swam by. Next, a pelican soared around our heads. That was followed by two loons singing and rising up out of the water dancing chest to chest for several minutes which was mesmerizing. After that we spotted a buck with velvety antlers in the long marsh grass. Soon after that a pair of beavers swam just out in front of the canoe and then one slapped its tail spraying us with water. I had to grab Charlie to keep him in the boat for that. Not more than a couple of minutes later and an elk cow with calf jumped up from the grassy shoreline though I’d have never seen them if they hadn’t because they were so well hidden. They wandered a few feet away then turned to watch us drift by. Cue the hawk diving over our heads followed by more fish jumping. Then I noticed black pointy ears in the marsh grass on shore and let us drift closer. It was a red fox munching on something I couldn’t see. When we got too close for its comfort it stepped back with a giant fish in its mouth, stared at us a few seconds and then sidled off into the woods. Bring on another pair of beavers- another tail slap. Wrap up the paddle with a deer drinking at the water’s edge while Charlie and I shared some crackers and an apple.

Quite simply, it was perfection. In addition to the gorgeous everything around me and the awesome dog with me, I always feel more confident and capable and whole when I’m paddling. Every time I get back into a canoe and take that first stroke, it feels like I’ve had a missing limb reattached.

I thanked God, Buddha, Allah, Shiva and any other gods and goddesses who were listening for the amazing evening. It was very hard to leave but the mosquito swarm was waiting upon our return so there was no gazing back at the water and longing for more time. We sprinted and dove madly back into the car.

Today I wondered if it would be possible to replicate such a spectacular evening and tried to decide which dog would be best able to handle the adventure with as much grace as Charlie. In the end I decided I could deal with Piper’s timidity better than True’s exuberance. The Nervous Nelly vs the Wild Child.


It was an even better night. We’d had a hot day and the wind had completely died off. First, I went down to see if the canoe was there and put it in the water. As I grabbed hold of the gunwale and rolled it upright, I was hit face first by a solid mass of mosquitoes that flew up out of the inside of it. At first I actually thought they were fish flies as I’ve NEVER seen mosquitoes that thick before. Not EVER and I’ve seen way too many mosquitoes in my life. I kind of went into denial because I wanted to paddle so badly.

I ran back to the car for Piper and she followed me down. BOOM! Swarmed! She was terrified of the canoe and was actually whimpering and back peddling as I tried to convince her to jump in. I had to keep puffing out to keep the bugs off my mouth and take little gasps of air in. They were up my nose and in my ears and behind my sunglass lenses and fighting to get into my mouth. They were landing en masse on my bare forehead. I looked down at one point and couldn’t see black hair on Piper’s leg anymore because they had coated her so effectively. It was disgusting.

Piper was scared and unhappy. I was trying not to panic because of the swarm and be patient with her. It was a losing battle. Twice I got her into the canoe and she immediately jumped out, once pushing the canoe away from shore and getting hung up on the gunwale with her back legs in the canoe and her front paws flailing in deep water. I thought about paddling away with her stuck like that and seeing if I could haul her back into the hull once we were out from shore but then I had a reality check and realized it probably hurt and she could drown so I freed her. I was going to give up but then I was instantly angry and thought:

NO! We’re canoeing damn-it! Cesar Millan would not think it was cool if I give up and let Piper’s fears win. I picked this battle knowing how bad the bugs are so no complaining. I need to follow through!

One last heave ho and in she went and I jumped in and pinned her between my thighs and shoved us away with the paddle.  I could feel the bugs biting and had to muster mind over matter and trust that they would leave us behind like the night before if I could paddle us out far enough. I took a few strokes blindly through the swarm and as they thinned, reached down and started to smear them bloody off of Pipers legs and face. It was awful. The dog and I were covered in smelly marsh muck to boot and soaking wet from her earlier panicked boat exits.

But as the bugs thinned and the canoe became rhythmic on the water, I felt her relax a smidge and soon I noticed she was sniffing the air and looking over the edge, not in an I’M SO OUTTA HERE panic but in a curious manner. Then we spied two bucks along the shoreline so I let the canoe drift along about 20 feet out.

Well, this was so cool for her. She sat right up, ears forward and was alert and eager. I had to keep quietly telling her to stay which she barely did. Then the bigger of the two bucks started pawing the mud and the tail went up and his body rigid and then he let loose with a sound I’ve never heard a deer make. It was a giant, audible, forced exhale. It kind of throat honked at the end but it was that blast of air that was so impressive. He did it twice and then kind of turned and hopped aggressively towards us in the water a couple of times and still pawing at the edge. He huffed once more and then ran off. A beaver then slapped its tail and Piper was nearly done for. The excitement was too much. I had to grab her and hold tight and then paddle to the far side of the lake. It took her a while to settle down again and she never totally did. She really wanted to swim after that buck. I’ve read that Great Danes were used to hunt large game historically. Maybe her instincts were kicking in.

Pretty Piper

I decided not to press my luck by going all the way into Shady lake and out for too long. I knew I needed to take her to the Waskesiu Lake by car where there was a proper shoreline so we could both get the marsh mud off of us so I headed back after maybe 45 mins. She exited the canoe like a model with her long legs and with the confidence of a lioness. Hard to believe it was the same dog!

Then we ran like stink for the car. I tossed her in and ran back to pull the canoe up on shore and flip it over. I think we had about 200 mosquitoes in the car with us all the way to the swimming spot. It felt sooooooooo good on the bites to stand in the cold lake water. And now we’re home.

So, it wasn’t as good as my paddle last night but it was worth it and I’m glad I persevered and got Piper in the canoe. I knew she’d love it if I could just get her out on the water.

And now I have to do some mental preparation before taking True. I need to do some mindful meditation ahead of time to get my patience on and then I need to discover my funny bone when I actually get her out there because I can already foresee that it will be a rodeo event all its own trying to keep her in the canoe. She’s going to freak out with how much fun it is and she’ll want to be in the water more than she’ll want to be in the canoe until she’s in the water and then she’ll want to be back in the canoe before she decides she’d rather be back in the water again oh my god. And of course I’ll indulge her to a point because really, dogs live for the moment and I do get a kick out of providing them with experiences that speak to their natures.

There will be no snacks for that trip and no gear. I’ll be wearing my bathing suit and be ready to self-rescue in deep water. I have a couple of days to mentally prepare before I’ll have time to take her and maybe just maybe JUST maybe please God and Buddha and Allah and Shiva and all other gods and goddesses that are listening, please burn off some of the mosquitoes with some sunshine and heat between now and then. PLEASE!

In the meantime, that isn’t acne on my forehead. They’re mosquito bites. Honestly! Look inside my right ear. You’ll see them there too. ARG!!!

Calamine, Calamine, Calamine lotion. Ain’t got no Calamine lotion. Itchy,itchy, scratchy, scratchy oooooo I got one on my backy. Get that fly with the fly swatter get ‘im!

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Posted by on July 18, 2013 in PonderQs


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