Monday, November 30, 2015

All the warm fuzzies!

Our Thanksgiving started with an ever-so-brief morning walk. We only had 1 hour between sunrise and when our ham had to go into the oven!

The early light was flat:

Fresh snow made for tail wagging!

And a bouncing Booger!

The leaders led the way:

It had been so warm that there was liquid water and overflow on a beaver pond that is normally frozen and part of the trail. Starbuck ran ahead to check it out.

"Liquid water? Rrrroooo?"

"No, thank you!"

"Wow; what was that?"

While the ham was in the oven, Charcoal came to visit:

DL gave him belly rubs. He is... not dignified.

You can see Starbuck's contempt in this photo:

But Starbuck likes him, in spite of herself. At one point, he ran off from the house, down to the ski trail all by himself! But Starbuck ran after him and brought him back. Good Starbuckeroo!

He's a handsome guy, when he calms down:

Then Nia came by with her parents, who joined us for Thanksgiving at the Bs' home across the road. Isn't she sweet?

Prep work and carving!

DB used to make pies in a café, so she whips out fancy pies like it's nobody's business:

After Thanksgiving lunch, we headed back across the road, and I proceeded to make my pie for the annual pie contest at CA's:

It's cranberry-apple!

And I won!

(photo by KM)

Although the field was a bit narrower this year, with only seven entrants:

Then we went home and cuddled some more:

I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving! Here is a warm fuzzy story for you:
Pope Francis visits mosque in war-torn Bangui, calling for end to conflict "Christians and Muslims are brothers and sisters," he said, his voice booming from an speaker to the crowd overflowing from the mosque. “We must therefore consider ourselves and conduct ourselves as such."

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving marks my anniversary with two of my fuzzy things, my eighth with Autumn and my second with DL:

I remember that introductory meeting; Autumn panted so much I wondered if she could ever live indoors! When I went to pick her up several weeks later, I brought my Thanksgiving turkey home on the same trip, and I noted how she politely ignored it and curled up on the seat next to me. :)

Here are photos of the ladies' schnozzes:

Autumn's schnozz!

Linden's schnozz!

Starbuck's schnozz!

Who spilled huskies all over my floor? How rude!

Enjoy your Thanksgiving, Americans! To my non-American readers, happy... Thursday!

Wednesday, November 25, 2015


Last night as I was leaving the office, there was a giant owl on the light post outside. I called several coworkers who were still inside. "ZOMGZ AN OWL, Y'ALL!" to which they replied, "Ohhh kaaaaay...?" Pretty much no one shared my excitement, but here is a crappy photo.

I think he is a Great Horned Owl, like I saw in my own yard a few years ago.

Anyway, then on my way home, I stopped by Alaska Feed for dog food and honey and there was a Bernese Mountain Pup inside, and he was CRAZY CUTE, but I did not bother to call the office to report. That'll show them.

Monday, November 23, 2015

A measure of freedom

Because of Autumn's increasing episodes of lameness, we have some new routines, including that our morning 3-mile run only very rarely includes her now. She usually wants to go home after less than half a mile, so we turn around, drop her off at home, and do the loop with just Starbuck, Linden, and me.

However, skiing has been a problem. I love to ski, but since I move faster on skis, it's possible for Autumn to go lame and strand us farther from home. Also, we run on roads, so our runs are generally risk-free; we could always leave her with a sympathetic neighbor, run home, get in the car, and then drive back and go get her. The ski trails are inaccessible by car, and I don't have a snowmachine. Skiing without her is possible, but not ideal. We're an all-for-one, and one-for-all kinda family. :)

I finally hit on an idea! I could ski with a little pulk, and if Autumn has any issues, Starbuckeroo and I could take her home! I know Starbuck would happily do that job--she is very distressed when Autumn has her episodes. So I contacted both my neighborhood facebook group ("Does anyone in the 'hood pulk with dogs? If so, may I come over and see your setup?") and the Alaska Skijor and Pulk Association, and met two lovely people who were happy to show me their setups. One is American and the other is from Sweden, so I got to see two types of setups. The Swedish woman said that in Sweden, everybody has pulks, that's just what you do. You ski with your pulk, you have your dogs tow your pulk, you skijor with your dogs and your pulk. Or you go for a family winter camping trip, and the parents ski while the dogs tow the kids in the pulks. Or the dogs tow the pulks full of gear so the whole human family can ski unencumbered. She was amazed that pulking in the U.S. is relatively rare, since she finds it eminently sensible. Her setup, however, was a standard setup that she had purchased from Sweden, and it was quite heavy (I'd estimate 30 pounds), and far more than I needed. This one is for two dogs:

However, she gave me the core concepts, and some excellent ideas, including:

1) That there is no such thing as a collapsible or foldable pulk; I'd be pulling the empty sled all the time from now on.

2) That the setup dog<--pulk<--human (as in here and here), which looks quite intimidating to me, is not necessary. It's quite alright, and gives the human better control, if you do dog<--human<--pulk. It's also what I'm used to, having used a similar setup to haul snow samples home, although it was on a crappy little sled, and putting money into a proper pulking sled will definitely make my going easier! The final advantage is that the hardware for this setup is way more flexible. I could tow the sled alone, Starbuck could tow it alone, or Starbuck could tow me while I tow the sled. And that would enable me to tow the empty sled while Starbuck still gets to run around and play in the woods! (I have no interest in leaving the trail myself, chasing squirrels and peeing on trees not being my thing.)

3) That unlike my skijor tow line, which is a single bungee cord, the tow "line" for the sled needs to be a double, on either side, and, more importantly, it needs to be stiff! Both women solved this problem by running the tow cords through PVC pipe. The American woman pointed out that I could cross the poles to make an 'X' behind me when I needed extra control.

4) That for the attachment points on my side, I could put D-rings into the sides of my skijor belt! How elegant!

Here is the American woman's setup:

I decided that that was precisely what I needed. This website was recommended by another neighbor, and this dude's setup is similarly simple (and inexpensive!).

I also love that neither of these women laughed at me for wanting to tow a lame dog all over the place. "It's a family outing!" one said.

The Swedish woman posted photos of her two-dog setup, towing an "injured" dog:

I pointed out that the "injured" dog was quite an actor, to which she replied, "She just got a belly rub!" :)

On Saturday, after our morning ski (at which Autumn did fine, I should mention. She bounced and boinged along the trail, happy as can be!), DL and I got a sled and temporary rope from Sentry Hardware. We also went to Cold Spot Feeds for additional hooks and line. Then we went to Apocalypse Design and had them add D-hooks to my skijor belt. They did a fantastic job, and also did it right away, for $20!

On Sunday, I guesstimated a setup and dimensions that would work for me, and towed my sled around on our ski with our cheap rope. It worked fine! I'm ready to buy real hardware and fix up my "real" pulk setup now! Yay! In the meantime, of course, I also need to practice skjoring with Starbuckeroo. I think it'll be great to give her the extra exercise, anyway. After we do shorter ski trips with the elderly ladies, she still has extra energy, so we can leave them on the couch and head out again with just her towing me.

Here is sled alpha, pre-release:

When I walked down the hill behind our cabin to get to the trail, it banged the crap out of the backs of my legs. Oh, so that's what the PVC pipe is for. It did surprisingly okay when I skied down hills, as the sled moved about as fast as I did on skis. Once we put in the PVC pipe, though, it won't even be an issue.

Human tows dog!

Well, it's only fair. In their early lives, the dogs are constantly encumbered while the humans run free. In between, both dogs and humans run free. In old age, dogs can run free while humans are encumbered with emergency sleds. :)

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Booger getting her head rubbed

That's why you come to this blog, isn't it? Deep intellectual stimulation?

Here are photos of Booger getting her head rubbed.

"Oh, Pawpaw! Don't stop!"

Aaaand... all three ladies on the couch!

Roo selfie!

Monday, November 16, 2015


the light outside is purty today:

And here is one of my vets' office cats:

And Booger is still cute. Since you asked:

Monday, November 9, 2015

Snow! Snow! Snow!

Over the last week, we've gotten enough snow to safely cover the trails. On Sat and Sun, DL and I decided took the ladies to do some reconnaissance snowshoe hikes to see whether we could ski yet. Signs looked good! The creeks were frozen, the muddy spots were frozen, and the slicks of standing water were safely covered with sofft, fluffy stuff. Autumn wobbled out on shaky legs, took one look at all of the fresh, white, fluff, and bounded down the hill to the trail like a puppy! We did our full 3-mile neighborhood loop both days, and she had no lameness either day (although Monday morning was a rough one... but I think it's worth it to blow all your oomph on the weekends when it's daytime and you're off-leash and running free. Running with headlamps and dodging commuters is much less fun, and much more acceptable to miss.)

Three happy dawgs!

DL bringing up the rear:

Starbuck loves to plow through the snow and come up with a snowse. Autumn hangs in the background like a ghost:

This photo made my heart catch a bit when I saw it, because I'm pretty sure that between my two elderly ladies, Autumn will be the first to leave us. When she goes, she'll take half my heart with her. I wouldn't mind if she "visited" from time to time.

Starbuck can run like hell and stop on a dime! She has the best brakes I have ever seen on a dog:

The leaders lead the way:

The snow was so warm and fresh that it stuck in Starbuck's toes. Fortunately, she is self-cleaning:

Up, up, up, climbing through the birch forest:

My favorite neighborhood landmark:

Above the snag is the "experimental forest". We have nonnative trees, like these two pines:

So good to see my sweet little old lady out bouncing around and smiling!

When we stopped for a water break, I noticed that the girls were splaying their toes, making natural snowshoes:

Starbuck sez, "Me! Me! Photograph MY paws!"

"Hold my paw":

The lower ridge:

Someone's been logging:

"Rrrrrooo? Whoooo has been cutting trees in our playground?" Given the heavy equipment involved, I'm sure that this is done with a permit (that'd be a mighty big operation to happen illegally!), but I hope it won't go too far. It's a good reminder that state land is, after all, not necessarily set aside for conservation.

The leaders lookin' alert: