These flippin' dang dingdong dagdoofus DRRRRR DOGS!!

OK so as we were taking of this morning for our run, I had not fully hooked the latch attaching them to my belt, which is totally my fault, I get that, but (any musher or husky owner will know what happens next). Did they say, "Oh hey you aren't attached to us! Let us wait for you!" Oh no of course they didn't! They took off up the driveway and up the road like they were launched from a slingshot, I'm sure wearing giant shit-eating husky grins, dragging their lines like bats out of hell. Did Thistle's bum shoulder bother her? Suddenly--A MIRACLE!--Not at all! Did Cricket, my cuddly Reliable Dog With Good Recall come back? Guess! NO, SHE DID NOT.

I have had their line break before, and they toodled to a stop and waited for me, but did they do that today? No, they did not. They saw Raven up ahead and decided that they needed to go follow her.

Yes, my friends. My loyal, faithful Iditarod veterans saw a choice between sticking with the puppy they have known for seven months, and the loving human who has been providing food, shelter, and medical care for half their lives. Tenderly nursing them through their illnesses. Buying $5 a pound prescription food. Cooking special food for them when they are feeling poorly. Anyway of course they chose to chase the puppy.

WEEEEEEEEE up the road they all went!

Fortunately for me (and those idjits), The Bs are right up the road, so I hollered, "HI DB!!" as if she were there waiting to greet us. And it worked. They all ran up to her porch like "HI AUNTY DB! IT'S US!" And she opened the door, they all ran in, and that was their aborted adventure.

And I said some Bad Words.

The End

They are lucky they are cute. Look at these totally unrepentant faces.

NO RAGRETS!!!

Climbing out of BRRRRRR!!!

Last Sunday, temperatures climbed above -30 after nearly three weeks. (!!) Now it looks like warmer weather is holding, and we get to thaw out our butts for real. It had been a long time since we'd had a cold snap that long and that intense. Check it out:

I used quite a bit of leave time to stay home, keep the fire going, and manage dog walks. Queen Thistle still wanted to go for walks in these temps, but I wanted to keep an eye on her arthritic shoulder. Princess Cricket only wanted to run outside, poop, and dash back home. Ravey Gravy wanted to walk same as usual, but I cut her off to two miles. Look how frosty I get after just two miles in -40!

Raven has no problem! Her coat is astonishing. I'm really surprised she's only 30% an Arctic breed. Her coat is as thick as any pure husky's.

The middle-aged ladies, however, were content to remain behind after a quick poop-n-dash walk:

Since for three solid weeks, all I'd have to report would be "Butt cold today! Butt cold today, too! Another day of butt cold!", I will share instead food photos! It is amazing how rich our diets get when it's butt cold. Soooo without further ado... GRILLED CHEESE!

FLY LICE!

OMELETTES!

MAC N CHEESE!

PIZZA!

HUEVOS RANCHEROS WITH FRESH GUAC!

RAZOR CLAM CHOWDER!

BRAISED MOOSE RIBS WITH WINTER VEGGIES!

LASAGNE!

SALMON CHOWDER!