This could be a thing, or we could just call it what it is – a self indulgent photo of me and my favourite sledge dog, Nansen. Did I say favourite? Sure, I did. It can’t be helped. There was something about this fella. We spent a lot of time on the mountain. And I spent a lot of that time hoping and praying that he was sufficiently trained not to run off and cause havoc with the other sledge dogs tethered around the island.
There are no dog pets above the Arctic Circle in Greenland, and a loose dog was a potential problem. Taking Nansen and the other dogs for a walk was frowned upon, but I have to admit, I got so much out of it that I made it a big part of having dogs – always on a long lead until we were clear of the village.
Until… Nansen would get wind of something, and then it was a battle of wills to see where his loyalties really lay. In his loins or in some crazy Brit who inherited him along with the rest of his team.
Training dogs is tough.
But the rewards… priceless!