When dogs die on races, it makes me wonder if the mushers are too greedy and pushing their dogs too hard, but on the other hand, it is not uncommon for humans to drop dead at foot races, too. In fact, I saw a guy drop dead right in front of me on the Rock n Roll Marathon. I suspect these endurance races bring out otherwise dormant heart or neurological problems. And unfortunately, you don't know until you go. And with a lot of these people/dogs, I wonder if they might have died even younger if it hadn't been for all of the exercise!
RIP, Taco. :(
Updated to add:
Hans Gatt has scratched. He said "I had no choice; my fingers have level two frostbite. If not for Sebastian, it could have been much worse and all my dogs are OK. Twice this race, I was in situations that were out of my control; both times, other mushers helped me. I'm not used to that."
I say, bravo, man, for displaying the better part of valor. As I've said before, it's just a race. Not worth harm to man or beast.
In other news, another cold snap settled in over the weekend:
Here are a bunch of eye-glazing statistics about the weather, in classic Minor News fashion.
The difference between a cold snap in February, and one in December or January, is that we know this one won't stick around. The sun makes it warm up to at least -20F during the daytime, and once you have that kind of temperature change, convection keeps things moving. It's not like deep winter, when a cold snap can settle down like a blanket and keep us in the -40s for weeks.
Here is Linden anticipating the last bite of my carrot: