I just got back from a 52-mile training run with the dogs in the White Mountains. It was warm, about 10 below F, and the trails were in good shape. The dogs did great today despite the endless climbs and fast descents. My superstar today was Hazel. At the halfway point, I stopped to snack and booty the dogs and Hazel was looking tired. I gave her some extra love and an extra meat snack and she put her head down and pulled hard all the way home. The rest of the team slowed way down on the hills, but Hazel just dug in even more. About 10 miles from the truck, I stopped the team to watch the northern lights for second. All but Hazel gladly stopped to rest. My little spitfire just kept barking to keep going until I pulled the hook. She rode up front in the cab with me on the way home. (Along with Bully, Sister, Capiche and Strider.)
I'll take the pups out tomorrow with Gus before work and then we'll all take Sunday off. Yea!