I used to get excited about snowstorms...it's at a whole different level now. It is no longer the regular anticipatory excitement regarding an upcoming ski day or snowshoe trip; instead, it is a constant feed of excitement from my dogs. As soon as those first flakes hit, a group howl rises into the storm. From there, the dogs catch snowflakes, roll in the snow, and eat every last bit they can. It is their drug. I can't help but to join in the revelry, even when that snow gets churned into a muddy mess.
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After the water break, I got to take the dogs out: solo. Usually, Bill is on the ATV. My friend, Laura, came with me in case of an emergency, but basically I was on my own. I have run 6-8 dog teams before, but running 12 dogs is a whole different story. These dogs have power. They can pull that ATV up the steepest hill without a break in pace. It was nerve wracking, but it was awesome. The first time I called out "Haw"(left), a few of the dogs looked back with their heads tilted. They know me, they know my voice, but I am not the boss. I'm just that sweet girl that gives them food and love. Oly and Osiris kept looking back at me, trying to figure out where Bill was, but they finally shrugged it off and put their energy into running. Now that I've completed my own training, I'll be able to take the racers out more often. The pressure is on!
Hello cousin! It has been a while since I have read about your amazing adventures! I love the stories about the dogs and looking at the awesome scenery. I hope all is well. Maybe we can catch up at Christmas?
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