The Newf Who Will Not Swim

When we adopted a part-Newfoundland dog, we expected our dog to swim. We expected a dog who would adore swimming, who would have to be dragged or bribed out of the water. A dog who would splash enthusiastically off docks to rescue drowning swimmers, fishing nets, or other assorted jetsam. We did not expect our dog to be terrified of deep water. To be fair, he is only half Newfoundland (we think).

The first time we took him to a beach, he was quite willing to wade, but looked at us suspiciously when we invited him further into the lake. I went deeper and deeper, and he just looked at me with a worried look in his eye. After several minutes of me calling him from deep water, and him whining, he apparently decided that I was not going to come out of that dangerous water without some help. He set off bravely into the depths, until he reached the point where his feet no longer touched the bottom. Then panic set in. Instead of swimming, he tried to climb the water with very little success and much splash. The more he splashed, the more upset he got. To his credit, he kept going until he reached me, then turned around and headed right back to shore. He went right out onto the beach, and refused to put even one toe back in the lake no matter how I called. After a vigorous shake, he ran around in faster and faster circles, growling and snapping at nothing the whole time. So much for swimming!

In fact, his lack of swimming ability has not slowed us down much. We are not that big on swimming either. We prefer canoeing, and he is quite happy to ride along in the canoe. We got him a life jacket, just in case.

Liriodendron tulipifera

I first fell in love with the Tulip Tree when I was a student in Victoria. There were several large trees planted outside the UVic Library, and I first noticed them in fall when their leaves started to fall. I loved their unique four-pointed shape, like a maple leaf with the centre point folded in. I eventually paid more attention to them in spring, when I noticed an enticing scent. The flowering branches were so high up it took me several days to connect the scent with the yellow-green tulip-like flowers borne high in the trees. This cemented them in my mind as a favourite tree, although at the time I had no idea what they were called.

Years later, I found these delightful trees in their home in the Carolinian forest. I purchased a guide book for the Niagara Glen walking trail, and there under "trees" was the lovely Tulip Tree, with its unique leaf and flower. It took a few more visits to the glen before I figured out which were the right trees. I really need to learn to look up high! In dense canopy, the Tulip Tree is one of the tallest, so the branches are reaching for light high above the trails below. Now that I know the bark I can find them more reliably.

The Niagara Glen is a small remnant of Carolinian Forest at the bottom of the steep Niagara gorge. The cliffs have saved the Tulip Trees and several other unique species from being cut down to make room for vineyards and orchards. I was glad to see a few saplings growing among the understory; these lovely and graceful tree will still be towering over the cool shade for many generations.