Today I had the run from hell. Hell! Worst run ever. I'm still reeling. Sigh. Bull is injured so I had Sister and Hazel in lead and it was like I wasn't even there. I'd say right, they'd go left etc. Sam was out on the trail trying to help me but nothing went right. Nothing. Needless to say, I freaked out. I yelled and screamed and lost my mind. Today was the first time I really wanted to just throw in the harness and call it quits. After an hour or so of fighting with the dogs to simply just go forward, I ended up at the musher's hall. The only problem was, I didn't start at the musher's hall, I left from my yard. So being at the musher's hall, which is where I usually start from, without a truck to load the dogs into was problem. Turn the dogs around and go home, you say? Well, yes, I tried. And tried. And tried. And tried. Eventually I phoned Sam, who probably should have just told me to take a flying leap, and asked (ordered) him to bring the dog truck over. Thankfully, he did. Sam is so good. So kind. I've been phoning him to apologize for my behaviour all day. I'M SORRY HONEY! It's all good. I phoned my friend and bona fide Quest musher Regina to whine and she told me what I needed to hear. The conversation went something like this:
Me: "Hi Gina, it's Jill. Boo hoo, Boo hoo. Cry, cry, cry. Whine, cry, sob, whine."
Regina: "Suck it up! Stop whining. S**t happens. You're fine. You need a leader? I have one for you. Come and get him tomorrow. Phone your husband and apologize!"
She's so wise. I'm heading to her kennel in Healy tomorrow to pick up Gus. A six-year-old, black and white, blue-eyed, lead dog from Charlie Boulding's brood.
So, that's my day. I had an interview this aft. for a business article I'm writing and now I'm sitting at John and Meg's.
Oh yeah, yesterday I went into a local coffee shop with a small portfolio to ask if I could show my photos. The owner loved them and as of next week I'll have a selection of random pictures from the past few years hanging in LuLu's.
I think Bull will be fine, but I'm not running him for a while just in case. The crazy thing is, he didn't strain his muscle running in harness...he pulled it playing with puppies! I keep telling him he's too old to play like that, but does he listen? No.
Pictures of Gus will be posted shortly.