Cobwebs. Enthusiasm. Cynicism.
I went out the ol' four-wheeler Friday to scout out a new trail for fall training. The trail Rich and I went on before that with a nine-dog team was just a little too marshy. We got stuck and had to turn the team around in a tight spot which resulted in a massive tangle. Capiche slipped her harness and took off down the trail for a few seconds until she realized we weren't behind her. She spun around and came back. Good girl!! She's definitely going to be good for us this winter. She sat and watched as Rich and I painstakingly unhooked each dog and released them from the tangled web of tug, neck and gang lines. It was not pretty and at the end I was shaking and very, very sweaty. So, I decided to find a better trail on the system behind out house. One direction led me a new house smack-dab in the middle of the trail. The next route led me to more bottomless bogs. I got stuck twice and had to winch myself out. The only problem was the winch was underwater and the only trees to latch onto to were tiny pecker poles. I got out though and realized that fall training wasn't going to work on the trails out of my yard. In the winter, they are fine; frozen and snow-covered. So, yesterday, in search of a more suitable path, I loaded up the quad and headed out to Cripple Creek to Steve's house. Dana and I took the machine out to find me some new training trails. Eureka! So, starting tomorrow I will truck the dogs west every other day and train there until we get snow. (Lisa, a cheque is on the way for the use of YOUR machine)
It's a bit of a hassle but I'm looking forward to seeing some new terrain. I got two new dogs - Happy and Sally - a couple days ago. Happy has his name for a reason, but Sally still isn't sure and only comes out of her house to eat when I am very, very far away. I spend time each day sitting near her house talking to her and trying to reassure her that all is well at Spitfire Kennels. But, like me with my fledgling locks, it will take plenty of patience. Oy.
Peace.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
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What, pray tell, is a pecker pole? Never heard that before. Is Sam teaching you naughty words? Again. High. Lair. Eeeeeeeeeeee. Us.
hey, you should stop by and say "hi" when you're in our next of the woods! it's a mudhole back here, too, though. I took Midge, Bergey and Matilda for a long walk around the Rosie Creek trails yesterday. I'm finally getting around to posting our summer adventures on http://www.life-is-a-bowl.blogspot.com/
Jilly your Father and I are sitting here ; we have just watched the Bees very funny.stil love your Blog and the pictures.I do not pay any attention to tha language.Lots of lOVE gRAN.
Today I saw a husky dog on the streets of DC. I wanted to kidnap him and ship him to you, so he could be with his cousins. He was big and fluffy and sweating in the 80 degree heat. Yes, 80 degrees. I only brought winter clothing here to the East Coast! I'm like a Paul Bunyan (hairy)country bumpkin. But I met this amazing foreign correspondent today who I was totally intimidated by... until I found out that she LOVES DOGS! She runs a program that rescues homeless starving dogs in Afghanistan & sends them to the US for adoption. Our eyes met and we realized we were kindred dog-obsessives. That's pretty cool. Love you & think of you often, Lib
The Bee movie
Jill you should make a declaration at the beginning of the movie that no Bees were killed in the making of this movie.
A pecker pole is a tiny tree and no, it wasn't Sam who taught me that one. I will stop by jc, I want to run Midge and she how she does.
I love you, too, Gran.
Libby, I miss you, too. Just pack up the husky in your suitcase and bring him home.
As for the harming of bees...well, I hope I killed at least a few...I doubt it though.
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