Wednesday, December 30, 2009

start your engines....




The babies are 9 months old today!! They are shaping up to be awesome dogs. Brother is begging to be neutered by acting like an idiot, but other than that, he's looking great. He isn't as fast as his sisters and prefers to run with the old geezers. Jockey is comfortable in lead and will pass other people and dogs. She is one heck of a force. I ran her with Tune the other day and she kicked butt. She's such a great dog. May is solid with an easy going personality. in front, she is just like her daddy and always runs on the left. If she's in the middle or back, she's unstoppable. Little Star face is so sweet and proving to be a hard worker.


Running, running, running. Nothing has been super exciting lately, so I've let the updates slip a little. Last week, the weather went to hell and so did the trails, so we had to take a almost a whole week off. The only giant update is that I will begin to make payments on Heini! There's no way I can give that little girl back. She has been leading perfectly, except for that one turn that EVERYONE misses EVERYDAY (ugh!). I took all 6 hounds today and we did 8 miles. I had only had to fight them around one corner...it was a right turn that we usually take, but I wanted to pass it. Man, Fox simply wouldn't hear of it. Took forever to convince them to stop so that I could turn them around, but we managed 8 miles in the end.

I'm running a few more days this week and then race season begins! If it snows just a little more, Ft Custer will actually GO!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

"she just laughs/ the boulevard is not that bad"

A very productive day. We've been making new doghouses so that they all match. And let me tell you, it looks flippin' spectacular. Everyone is kenneled with a partner, except for Roary- because she's prone to eating other dogs. Sosa and Brew are alone, but they're in smaller kennels, so they have to be. Brew loves his new spot right up next to the house. Brother is, of course, acting like a baby and begging me to put him back with his sisters. He's trying to get me to believe that Klonnie is the most. horrible. dog. ever. but, for some reason, I just don't buy into it. (probably because Klonnie is the most submissive, easy-going fur ball ever.) Reb and Yukon have made out like bandits. They have the whole barn section, or "down below" as we call it, to their bachelor selves. In fact, Yukon has yet to realize he is inside a fence.
Today's run was the fun part. I couldn't do the full 5.4 with the main team because the giant hill is covered in ice, so I went 4. Fox and Freddie lead, Keytone and Heini behind- no pun intended. They were pretty solid, but I think they're just getting sick of the road. Fox seems to be nervous about running over the icy spots, with good reason, and wasn't comfortable with any speed. I kept them at around 15/16mph because I didn't want any slipping and shoulder injuries. The second team was 100% perfect. Tune and Oak were in lead with May and Joppie in the middle and Brew with Star in back. Brew gave his best run in a while. I should have added length to Star's neckline, but she tried.
The absolute best part was when we ran by the neighbor's house and they came outside to take pictures and cheer. It was pretty much a parade- an awesome parade that consisted of 6 dogs, a 4wheeler and a Ford F150. I mean, I can see why they were in awe...we DID just wash the truck. Next time, I should definitely take tootsie rolls and remember to watch the Princess Diaries for lessons on a flawless, delicate wave. And, you never know, someday maybe I can get Santa himself to round out the procession. Eat your heart out Macy's.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

131 run, run, run

I know, I love the title also. I'm rather proud of my rhyming abilities being that I've begun studying for exams and have almost no brain power to speak of at the moment. Ah well, the dogs are always more important.
As of November 30th, the main team had 131 miles, give or take a run or two. Fred is 9 miles off because she missed two 4.5 mile runs when her leg was sore. Fox is 2.5 miles off because I used her with the B team to give her a break, so she ran 3 miles instead of 5.4. Keytone is the golden girl....she holds the highest mileage so far! That dog is nothing but driven. The main 4 and Tune went 5.4 tonight. Tomorrow will be the third run in a row and it was really warm today (50), making them sluggish as hell, so tomorrow I'll only do a quick 2 or 3 mile for spirits and such. I'd like to only go 2, but that last mile is SO tempting when they're FLYING from a short run. Also, I ran May and Joppie on the road behind Tune and they were trucking. I held them at 12mph, but on a rig they would have easily hit 15mph. My big decision? The big, giant, exciting news? I've decided (barring any big changes) to run the pups at the Ft. Custer RACE. Ahhh so thrilled! I ran the idea by Lynzie, and we decided that since they know the trail and since I HAVE run them alone in training with no pressure, one big weekend could only be a good thing....and we'd be on our home trails, so it would be a walk in the park. I've got to decide on dog number 3...final decisions on the matter will come later.
More good news: Trotter is loving his new home. Originally, I had thought he'd make my main (or at least B) team. When he displayed a lack of confidence, I made the choice to re-home him instead of having him sit around all winter without much exercise. He's the star of his new group and I can't wait to see him kicking butt this season (even if it's mine!).
Lori's monsters are growing like weeds. I think I'll hide Tillie in my pocket when I return the rest of the pups....she would be a little cramped, but I would feed her bread and birds to keep her quiet! Haha I'd love to keep that little sweetie (but I'd still let Lori break her!).
Oakley still has a nasty obsession with squirrels. If Petunia wasn't a bull, Oakley would have re-routed us many times on Friday's run. She tells me that the pesky things call her "Paco" and ask her to dance....an offer that she some day vows to accept...
I'm itching to get back on the rig. I've done more atv training this season than ever. It's excellent for speed, but I feel more relaxed on the trusty rig of death...ironic. Now that it's muzzleloader season, we'll be going to Ft. Custer again. I'll keep using the 4wheeler on and off, but that rig is calling my name.

Okay, one last parting shot: last season, we were on sleds by DECEMBER 12TH and stayed on sleds until late February. Keep your eyes crossed!

Friday, November 27, 2009

good news, I saw a dog today

TILLIE



TAZZIE, TARA



HONEY



First of all, I'm ready to watch Elf! I'm a stickler about watching Christmas movies too soon or listening to Christmas music too soon, but tonight is the night! Beyond that, I wanted to add some pictures the little monsters I'm babysitting. They're so fun and sweet.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

"and if they send a whirlwind"

I haven't run since Friday's fiasco. Taking a 3rd day off always kills me (I could explain the science of it, but I wont...yet), but I wasn't able to run Sunday like I wanted, so Monday was our third day off. Anyway, long story short, I ran tonight (Tuesday). Like I said, I wont be running at Ft Custer until after firearms season, so tonight was on the road. If I do the whole block,it's 3 miles. We're up to more than that, but I didn't want to do TWO full blocks because 6 miles is a little much. What we ended up doing was cutting a trail through the woods near the middle of the block to the other side. The driveway is the access on one side of the square, and we cut a trail straight back from the driveway, over the river and through the woods. It cuts off a little more than half a mile. So, tonight it ended up being 5.3 miles. It's a perfect in between. It's great to have options. I'll continue this route for a few weeks, throwing in short runs sporadically, and my next jump will be 6.2.
Alright, so on to the interesting stuff: the dogs. I had all the hounds and left Oakley at home. Keytone and Freddie lead first. Fox and Heini were behind and Brew and Tune were in back. I kept them pretty slow because we hadn't previously been over 4.5 yet this season. They kept steady at 15pmh. I'll up the speed slightly in the future. For the second lap (we have to pass through the yard to hit the trail through woods that connects to the road on the other side) I switched leaders. Thank you, Alaska Heli-Mush for ingraining that into me! Ha my switch was mechanical and fast. Funny how old habits die hard. Heini and Fox were now in lead and they took off just fine. I thought they would have a problem leaving the yard, but they were great. We took the shortcut and hit the road. They were tired and in retrospect, I should have stopped for way longer! I'll take a bigger break from now on. Despite that, they just kept driving. Heini was getting a little "flighty." She was bouncing around, running wide (which is bad news when we're on the road), and VERY curious about all the horse farms we were passing. Petunia to the rescue! Leave it to Petunia. She's not the fastest dog in the world, or even in my kennel, but the fat little girl DOES NOT QUIT. She was working her butt off to keep up as is, but gladly stepped up to help lead. Everyone was really tired at this point, except for crazy Heini, but they kept pushing. Tune never backed off once and ran her heart out up there. Fox is more comfortable at higher speeds, and I think that slow speed just messes with her gate. She was a little off by the time we finished- she's SUCH a fast dog. It was just a great run. Awesome mileage, awesome drive, awesome finish. I'm running that same length tomorrow and then either taking Friday off or, more likely, just doing a quick 2 or 3 miles. Kalkaska is less than 2 months away!!

Friday, November 20, 2009

the most magnificent show on earth

Angry, high-strung city folk should not wield guns.
A public park is just that; a PUBLIC park. Everyone should work to share it.
If I can put so much effort into timing my runs so that I'm hitting the middle of the day (NOT prime deer hunting hours), cutting by my number of runs per week and making them as fast as possible so as to allow deer hunters their piece and quiet, the least they could do is NOT shoot near my team! I'm pretty close to irate right now. Yes, it's deer season. I get it. My entire family hunts. But guess what? We hunt on our own land, not in a public park. If we did hunt in a public park, we would not assume ownership. Good lord. I was hooking up today, just ready to leave the chute and a gun fired. It was 10:30 am. All of my dogs were wearing a orange reflective collars, one of the leaders was wearing an orange cape/vest. I was wearing a legal, orange vest. I had yellow rain gear on. I have an orange caution sign wired to the front of my rig. Don't panic- no one shot a dog. But seriously? Shooting that close to the camp ground? My grandpa walked up to the people, who had fired FROM ON THE TRAIL. They were pissed that we were running (in not so many words). Dumbass #1 remarked, "I thought I saw a deer." My grandpa responded with a sharp, "You didn't see a deer, you saw a dog. Six of them. With a person." My entire run, from the time we drove in until the time we loaded and left, took 45 minutes. Can we not share for less than an hour? Once again, it's a blanker blanking PUBLIC park. And once again, YES, it's deer season, I get it. Do the hunters really think they OWN the place? There were at least 10 bikers at trail head and, the previous night, another dog team. The crazy gun idiots just don't care. What really makes me mad? When I run dogs, I always strive to be courteous to other trail users. Ideally, I'd let my house dogs loose to chase my team, but I don't do that at a PUBLIC park. There are horse people out there. I respect THEIR RIGHT TO A PEACEFUL TRAIL by leashing all dogs. With the bikers, I announce when I'm passing and try to allow them to move off the trail so I don't clip them. This is because I RESPECT THE FACT THAT WE ARE ALL SHARING THE SAME TRAIL SYSTEM AND HAVE TO LEARN TO DEAL WITH IT. Being stubborn and shooting your gun towards people, even if you think they shouldn't be there, is not a fucking smart idea. I would put "public" in capitol letters again, but what's the use? If the rest of us have to share the trail system EVERY DAY, then why do the hunters think they can OWN it the minute they buy a doe tag?
But, I'll use my own advice and refuse to be stubborn about it. It's not worth the risk running among those crazies who prefer to hunt along a PUBLIC trail system. My dogs are more important than defending a principle. I pity the fool who mistakes Keytone for a deer and must answer to me in response....
I'll do my running at home for a while, thank you.


On a lighter note, despite the happenings, the hounds were awesome. Freddie and Heini lead. They took every single turn, and it felt like they added a lot of speed. I will be leading them more often! Man, they were phenomenal. I ran the sibes and Brew at home. Each dog ran two laps. It was a nice break for Brew. Oakley lead a lap around the field and then pretty much quit working. May and Joppie were the best. They held the line out during hook up. Where in the world did they learn THAT?! Haha I was so unbelievably impressed! Props to me, I guess. Oh, and Star actually lead too. With Oak- before she quit. Star ran without a neckline and worked out great. These babies are something else. Well, okay...Brother might end up being my pet...but he'll be my pretty pet. Their daddy wasn't half bad today either. Kuz only ran one lap- he has always been a one time kinda guy. He lead fine, but was slooooow. I'm glad I let him go a little this season, because he really doesn't pull anymore..which is a huge sign that he's done. Kuzin ALWAYS pulls. But he doesn't anymore. The retired Kuzin doesn't need to, so I guess that all works out just fine.

I've been trying to find the perfect meat/dog food ratio. I'm getting closer, but it's still not perfect. I'm not running until Monday...and THAT run (and the rest of the week) will be at home...not at Ft. Custer. I don't need anymore "thought I saw a deer" heart attacks.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Thank you, Keytone, for that lovely detour

She's at it again. Well, okay, it's the first time, but arhghggrr! Lovely little Keytone makes a mockery of the "on-by" command. She literally laughed in my face. Laughed. In. My. Face. The good stuff? It was an excellent run! We were on a roll. The entire trail is 4.5. Today's temp was perfect for a good, fast, longer run. I've been keeping them at 3's because, in my opinion (and I'm a wuss about such things), it's been too hot to up them lately, even though we should have been at 4.5/5 miles by early this month. Ah well. Sooo it was great. I wanted to lead Freddie, but she has been having pain in her foot, so I decided to give her the whole week off. I need to lead Heini, but I didn't want to throw her up front for a long, fast run. Plus, it was wet, so I had no stopping control (and Keytone KNEW it!), so I didn't want Heini up there taking wrong turns that I couldn't prevent. I went with the reliable duo because they're umm DUH- reliable! Hmmmmm. Funny joke.
Oakley was in over her head from the get go. She simply has no chance at that speed, but I took her for the exercise. Brew still messes with my mind. He'll be fucking phenominal and then just putter off and get all nervous and tired. He doesn't seem to be handling the extra speed brought on by the cold very well. Like I was saying, Foxer and Keytone were taking EVERY thing I called. It was going to be the best run of the season....
Okay, okay, it wasn't even that bad. We came flying up on the trail head parking lot which is about a half mile from the campground where the truck was staged. I know better, wayyy better, than to do it, but at the beginning of the season, I ran out of trail head a few times. What happens in that case is the dogs ALWAYS try to turn into trailhead. It happened with all of my original teams. We'd train from trailhead until the snow fell and then we'd jump down to the campground. The result? The dogs would quit running a half mile before their new end point. It took me literally YEARS to train Kuzin out of it. After not using the trailhead for multiple seasons, he finally made his mind let it go. And if you know Kuz, he's a stubborn cuss, so that's an incredible feat. Alright, so far we have established that I'm an idiot- a floundering moron. I trained from trail head because we started running early, so there were still tons of campers in the campground (why the fuck? right?) and my desire was to avoid their dismemberment when they, inevitably, got in my way. I ran from trail head three times. Three times in September. I've put on 100 miles since then, all from the campground. It matters not. If the dogs are tired when that parking lot appears, I'm a gonner.
Today, the dogs were tired. They were stil driving great- I would guess that we had settled to around 16mph. Keytone lifted her head. It had been raining. My rig simply DOES NOT STOP when the ground is wet. The brakes lock and the tires slide smoothly over the moist leaves. Fox tried in vain to ignore Keytone. Afterall, they're best flipping friends. They've run for so many years with a neckline, they actually think they MUST follow their partner. I was running without a neckline (hate 'em), but Fox happily followed Keytone. We were about two team lengths from the parking lot. I did not want to end up in the parking lot and clip a shiney SUV. I was afraid we'd hit the parking lot and dent every car in sight. A biker flew by, oblivious to my tense predicament. I was beginning to suceed in slowing them to a crawl. As he passed, he said "awesome." I replied with a weak, "it's not gonna be..."
The dogs pulled on, gaining all of their speed back. They were confused when we were dumped out into the parking lot and the tuck was no where to be seen. Fox shrugged and headed for the far end, where the black top road would lead us a mile out of our way and, eventually, to the truck. I thanked her, but called "haw" instead.
By now, we had crossed the parking lot, about 200 yards, and I really wanted to go left. Keytone didn't. I'm sure she couldn't have known, but the only thing to the right is the lake- in 1.5 miles. Once we hit the blacktop, the tires stopped sliding and I was finally able to stop. They were calm as could be.
The big finally? We dove off into the trees, slithering through (and remember, my rig doesn't exactly "slither") a wooden railing, which just so happened to be blocking the very trail I wanted. No gate can stop us. I lined them out and waited. I lined Keytone out again. And again. And again. And THEN I jumped on the rig and we flew off to finish our last 1/4 mile.
The moral of the story? Keytone will take a break from leading for a run or two, not as punishment, but just to ensure she doesn't form any bad habits by always taking that turn. She will, once more, recieve line-out training. She really needs more line out training. The more important moral of the story? I will never train from trail head. It's a dispicable location- a whore of a parking lot that tempts even the best gee/haw leaders!

Saturday, November 14, 2009

lookie, lookie


Here's Heini!


Heini and Freddie

Keytone, Fox, Heini, Freddie, Petunia, Brew

"These lines of lightening mean we're never alone"

Well, on top of Heini there's also Tillie, Tara, Tazzie, and Honey. They're tons of fun. Honey is a BARKER. Tara's coat is a gorgeous red. Tillie is the crown favorite. She loves to snuggle...inside...on the couch. Like I said, they're all "on loan" from the Smithsonian (ha, only kidding about the second part) so I'm just supposed to make them happy, social puppies and then send 'em back. I plan to start working with them on "come," free dropping and the like. Probably by the time the snow flies, I'll be able to let them all loose to free run and chase the 4wheeler. They're just so houndy and cute! Seriously, it kills me. I'm dying.

I ran everyone this morning. First I took Keytone, Fox, Fed, Heini, Tune, and Brew on the road for 3 miles. Brew started to limp, so I put him in the truck and finished with 5 of them. They were great. I was able to get out early enough, while it was still cool, so I could run them a little harder. They can easily do 4.5 miles now, but the easiest route on the road is 3, so I do that when we're at home and 4.5 when we load and run at Ft. Custer. I'd also like to be on the 4wheeler more often, but it's hard because I can't use it at Ft. Custer....ah well, we're doing excellent either way.

The next chunk of teams were all sibes. I ran them in the woods- each dog ran two laps or 3 miles. (each lap is 1.5 miles). Kuzin was a good man and lead very well. He, of course, remembered the loop around the field. I only made him run once because he's a stubborn son of a gun and typically refuses to run again. For the last run, I had all 4 "puppies" and they were perfect! May and Jockey will be leaders no doubt. They are so impressive and confident. Little Brother is pretty much a fluffy pet and Star is a hard worker, but has ideas of her own if she's in front. That being said, I don't lead them often, it was just something I wanted to mess with. Love those babies.

The kennel looks amazing right now. We had tons of extra pannles and gates (I'm an obsessive collector)so we put five new kennels in the row and now all the dogs are kenneled and no one is chained. Typically, no one is chained, but the sudden inflext of muttlies happened before we could put up kennels. But, now we're all set for the winter....and well, forever. (unless, of course......)

For now, I just love the system I have. All of the dogs are used to having free time, so I can open the gates and let them all loose while I water and clean kennels. Usually I let about 10 dogs, give or take a few, out at once. If Brew and Sosa were fixed, I'd be more willing to let them out with everyone....but I get too nervous because EVERYONE else is a female and all of my girls are intact.

Because of deer season, I'm not running on Sunday. I would have taken it off anyway because today was three days in a row. I plan to run Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and next Sunday. Hopefully I'll be able to head to Ft. Custer to do some 4.5 milers for all of those runs but the Friday one.

But other than that, Elsie and I are going to a disc seminar on Sunday! I can't wait and I'm pretty sure she's excited too.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Thanks for the Butt Dog

Her name is Heini and she is my Heini....at least for a few months. I'll start from the beginning.
We had a great weekend at Ken and Lori's. It was pretty warm on Saturday, so I only took my teams 2 miles each. I ran the main string first and then added Solow and Dessie to Tune, Oak and Sosa for the second team. Solow and Dessie added a lot of speed. Sosa has been quitting, so Tune and Oak were happy to lead a team that actually helped them out. The rest of the afternoon was just spent hanging out. We had lunched, shared techniques and just had a good time. When we packed up to go home, we loaded nine more dogs than we unloaded that morning. In those nine were 8 puppies and one loaner female. All nine dogs go back to Lori in the spring....our job is socialization. The two year old female, the loaner, is from a "Butt" litter. She was on the track for their main team, but has had some confidence problems stemming from an accident. Her name? I know, I know...I laughed for a long time. I've started spelling it "Heini" as in "Heineken" because that sounds halfway legit. She'll be a big help this season, so I'm happy for the chance to use her.

I'm not running again until Tuesday. Last week, we ran hard Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and then the next Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday(yesterday). We did 4.5 miles last Thursday, took Friday off, only did 2 miles on Saturday (yesterday) and wont run again until Tuesday because I want them to have a break. Temp permitting, I'll do 4.5 this Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Friday's run will probably only be 3 miles if we're able to run fours before and after. After having Friday off, only running 2 miles yesterday and not running again until Tuesday will allow them a nice breather.

The new pups will make life exciting for the next few days until they get used to the routine. And of course I'll update on the Butt dog!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

I like the way you move



BY THE WAY, THIS IS STAR. YOU'LL SEE WHY...


What has 75 and a half training miles and chases squirrels? My professor! His goal is the Boston Marathon. Funny joke, eh? Well, it's half true, but of course I'm talking about my main team. I am loving these hounds and appreciating them more by the minute. We ran at Lost Lake Halloween weekend aka the Midwestern Tsunami Weekend and everyone kicked butt. Fox, Ketyone, Freddie and Brewer pulled me through the sand and puddles at 17mph for 4.4 miles. I used Petunia, Oak and Sosa boy in the structured run to add some excitement and head on passing. I added Jockey and May to that team for power. By the end of the weekend, I had tired dogs in the truck and a giant smile on my face. Bring on the snow!

This weekend I'm taking the kennel up to train with Ken and Lori Chezik. They are great friends of ours and I'll be taking four of their pups for the winter. Their trail system connects to state land, so I can't wait to use it again. Fox is actually their "retired" main North American leader, so it'll be a little reunion.

I've begun to make the switch to quad training. I had been running the rig almost exclusively this season, but it's time to switch to the motor so that we can add more speed.

Oh, on an excellent side note, the puppies have a new trick. It's called "chew through the fence and run around the kennel eating food from other bowls before that dog notices." Makes for a good time, really. Let me mention that my Brother Dog would never think to partake in suck barbaric practices, but the girls are pretty sure they are alive for the sole purpose of racking up points. The pulling? Simply a fringe benefit.

Last week, the one and only Star Face pulled a small corner of fence away from the post. She pranced around and woke up the entire kennel, just being Star. A few loops of wire were tied and she was fooled. It’s been a week. Tonight I got home late. It was already dark. Everyone was hungry and pretty pissed off. I let Kuz and June out for a few minutes while I filled their bowls. I fed Brew, Sosa, Rebbie and Klonnie on the way back to putting Kuz and June away. I saw two dogs in their kennel. I began to shut the door. Kuz came up behind me. I was confused. I wondered if someone had spiked the Kool-Aid. I felt the presence of more fluffy tails than the number currently living in that particular kennel. Then Star barked at me…from inside Kuzin’s kennel. She was ready to run amok (amok, amok, amok!). Kuz and June looked on in disbelief as May, Jockey and Star began to eat THEIR food. June was all set to chew on a baby for dinner instead of arguing over kibble. I called to the girls and they came bounding out, happy as could be. Star was daring me to chase her. Brother Dog looked on and howled from inside the puppy kennel. He had no idea how his sisters magically transported themselves THROUGH the fence- it simply wasn’t fair. He kept howling.
I had a little talk with the girlies, explaining to them A)they couldn’t leave their cute brother all alone and B) they were not allowed out unless INVITED out. Thank you, Star. Anyway, I temporarily blocked off the hole with a wooden bench and fed them dinner. I had one last thing to do in the kennel—clean Freddie’s pen. Freddie is their favorite. It’s probably because she’s a sweet, crazy idiot who likes to pounce on them, but the babies love Freddie. Her kennel door was hardly open when, Star leading the way, 1,2,3 little Seppalas came slithering under the gate. Freddie was delighted, naturally. She began pouncing. Brother was stunned once more. He laid down by the gate and hoped it would suck him under also.

After Fred was put away, Star led the amigos back into their own kennel, where one little boy was relieved to have company once more. Like I said, it’s a great party trick. NOT. We re-wired the bottom, but Star watched us do it…so she’s probably figuring out a way through right now. The force is strong in that one. Brother on the other hand…..

Monday, October 26, 2009

Connor and the Kennel




Connor. Crazy Connor. He's a Labra-dork who pretends to be a Labra-dummy. But, c'mon now...he's my most favorite boy in the world. He knows the difference between a frisbee and a tennis ball, a tennis ball and a soccer ball. Plus, he's a pretty solid leader. He is one pain in the ass, but that boyo can run. He learned how to be a sled doggie way back in the old days. I taught him out of necessity- I simply had to look that good exercising him at the park. We'd run a lap (me on a bike) and then I'd turn him loose for some fetch/swimming. People stared and we both loved it. He's now 5 and has never looked back. I've never raced him, but last year until October, he had more miles than my entire team. And it showed. The first run of the season last year...actually for the majority of that weekend...I used Connor as a leader because he kept the speed better than any other dog in my kennel. He sure is a monster. For right now, I don't train him that hard. He's got some joint problems and my current team would smoke the heck out of him if he ran with us. But, he still gets time in harness. If he didn't, he'd flip. He goes nuts when he sees me with the equipment just like the rest of the kennel. That picture was taken tonight. From my back door, we have a 1.5 mile trail that's good light running or for a semi- day off/leader training, etc. It's got Connor's name written all over it. He can hit 15mph, and could keep that up not too long ago, but I don't like him to pull over 10mph. He's never been the greatest at lining out unless we're in motion, but even some of the best dogs need touch-ups on that (ahem- Keytone!). He'll follow me halfway back to the rig/sled/atv and then spin and hit the line. The boy knows his business.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

"Oh Captain, My Captain"

This might sound like a bit of rambling, but I'm interested in discussing what people look for in a leader. I have no idea how many people read this (if it's more than one, you all get a new car!), but I'll pose a few questions regardless. Responses or no respones, it's a topic worth pondering.

The main desire is for a dog that does it all. I often talk to people who expect their dog(s) in front to run the show. It's not wrong to want a solid, honest dog who will hold the line out, pick his way through the parking area, find the trail, take off, whiz past other teams, take every turn including "overs" and be able to find the truck upon crossing the finish line. There are a slew of other things that different drivers would find paramount (distance people have their own crazy ideas! haha), but I'm from the world of sprint racing and so I'll stay in my own front yard and mention what has always worked for me.

Line out, line up, out tight: whatever you call it, I find it to be the most basic and important thing for ANY dog, leader included. The best way to save yourself a hassle is to make sure the dog understands that his job starts the minute he is placed in position, and I'm essentially teaching that during hook up, even if I'm telling him that his job is to stand still. I personally don't care if they sniff the ground immediately around them or sit down, just as long as that line is tight, they're paying attention and not pulling the dogs around them all over. That goes for any dog. No idiots allowed. When you're waiting to go, chill the heck out until we actually GO. Barking, jumping, lunging- I'm all for it, as long as they're not getting tangled, trying to turn around, etc. And goes for stops on the trail also. Take a break, eat some grass, but mind your own business. Your direction is forward. I've used dogs that are beyond excellent with commands, are fast and stronger than most, but they would start milling around when I stopped. It's easy to train them out of it, and they should be trained out of it because it makes life a lot less stressful.

Sociabilty: I like a dog that I trust. (I guess any of these can go for the whole kennel, but I'll just talk about them in terms of a leader.) I want my leader to be a dog who can keep his head straight if we do tangle or if another team has poor manners. I wont allow my leader to hold a grudge. It doesn't matter who is behind him, rubbing shoulders with him or headed down the trail towards him at 18mph, his business is forward. Period. I've actually had the pleasure of running behind a dog that stopped on a dime for me only to be jumped by the male behind him. The male in swing was VERY MUCH in the WRONG, but the leader spun away and lined-out, knowing he didn't belong in the middle of the team. He wasn't a fighter anyway and knew to put his job first. It's dogs like that who make running joyful. Fighters (like the dog in swing) can ruin a good weekend or an entire season.

Intelligence: this is obvious, but I think of it in an unconventional way. Yes, I'd like a smart dog who could learn my every command, but I'd easily settle for (and sometimes prefer depending on the situation) a dog who can fix things for himself every now and then. Examples that I've encountered include: being able to pass unruly teams. Kuz can pick a safe route around a tangled mess. He swings wide and never looks back. If a dog team is spread across the entire trail, I don't say a word. He'll figure it out. Same goes for passing. I greatly appreciate a thinker who notices which side has more room and will pass on the bigger side. It takes a dog who can actually THINK and understand PASSING the team is what is desired, regardless of the side, and looks for the fastest way around. In all of my years racing behind Kuz, I would come up behind people and they'd ask which side I wanted. I'd say "he'll pick one in a second." I've also used dogs who have always passed in optimal conditions and always on the right side. When they come up behind a trail-hogging team, they are at a loss, allowing the team in front to block the way indeffinately. Fortunately these same dogs are great with gee/haw, so I can call them around, but still. A dog can also show intelligence by memorizing a trail. It's often the first outward sign of a leader. A dog who shows you that she's been paying attention the whole time. Deffinately not required, but it's nice to know if you lose the team, they'll end up where they need to be! I've seen this also in the form of navigating around downed trees or other obstacles like buildings, and still maintaing the same direction of travel (aka having a good sense of direction).

Understanding: I don't mean this as literal comprehension, but as some form of communication between myself and the dog. My main leader of 8 years has NEVER been a crack gee/haw dog. Never. He's a straight-line leader through and through. However, I still trust him at any intersection. Yes, he's stubborn as hell and might refuse to turn if I am suggesting we turn AWAY from the truck, but in a normal situation, we make do just fine without gee/haw. It sounds likea cop-out, and maybe it is, but if I stop at an intersection, he'll do what I call "guess and check." Sounds ridiculous, but I don't mind it. He'll head down a trail (obviously he picks the straight ahead trail first). If I stop, I'm telling him he's wrong. I wait. He inevitablly swings either left or right. Whichever way is correct recieves a whistle and slack on the line, an easy reward. He'll take off in that direction. Obviously I call to him during this time or swing my arm if he looks at me, and occasionally a simple command DOES work, but we've used to aformentioned system for a looooong time now. That being said, dogs who know gee/haw and don't second-guess it are proof that there is a god and he wants us to be happy.

Adaptability: behind line out, it's perhaps the most important to me. I suppose this relates to liking a dog that can think and judge the trail for himself, but it's nice to have a dog in front (or entire team)that doesn't mind changing things up. Maybe you want to try weightpull, or skijoring, or just a different method of training- maybe one with more frequent stops, etc. I like being confident that my dog(s) wont get too stressed or pissed off when I throw them a curve ball. It makes training so much fun knowing that I can modify my system a little or a lot and the dogs would still be game.

Drive: maybe I could have mentioned it earlier. I see drive in the dog who wants to go faster, wants to stay out of trouble, wants to make the logical move, and who mainly just WANTS to WORK because anything else merely gets in the way. This dog will simply shine. She'll be a dog who tackles the job in her own unique way. This is the dog that I want. A dog that, once he starts working, will not be satisfied unless he goes just one more step. For Kuz, he works so hard because he knows the faster he runs, the sooner he'll be back at the truck. Keytone runs herself into the ground out of pure desire to stretch her legs and GO. Noppers ran out of wild obession. He literally slept all day, up to the second I harnessed him. He's a nine year old Iditarod vetran who seems like a nine year old...until he takes his spot in front- and then he's a yearling who screams like a banchee and leaps four feet in the air trying to break the sled free. Oakley runs in front because she likes to SEE everything. I swear Doty ran lead because she knew she'd get twice as much attention.

If I thought about it, I could think of a thousand more, but these are the broad ones that I really like in a dog. Some of my characteristics wouldn't even show up on the radar of other drivers. Some people want only speed or strength or just a single dog who will run in a straight line, allowing them a semi-peaceful run.
The term 'leader' is relative and everyone has a leader, but how many people actually have a LEADER? Any dog is better than nothing. If you're able to be on the trail with your team by the grace of one dog willing to lead the way, that's great. These are simply the characteristics that make, or have made, my life easier.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

"Boys ain't they somethin'......"

Training has never been better. These hounds are something else! My dogs never fail to amaze me. Whether it be the pups showing off their confidence or the pointers hitting 18.5mph, they all continue to shock me. We ran at Belding last Saturday and didn't run Sunday or Monday because we've been running pretty hard.
The best run of the season was on Tuesday October 20th. They were flawless. I ran Freddie, Fox, Keytone and Brewer. We did 3.2 miles. I stopped once for Brewer and once because there was a car in our way (!) but they were truckin' the whole way. However, once we reached the truck, I realized they were hot, hot, hot. Too hot. It was a bad judgment call on my part, not realizing how warm it really was. I began unhooking and my attention was drawn to Freddie. She was beginning to overheat. I poured water on her stomach and wiped some on her tongue. I did the same to Keytone and Fox. Fox had absolutely no problem; was warm, but not at unsafe levels. Keytone was on the verge, but was stilling milling about. Brewer wasn't even hot enough to relax...he continued to bark. Freddie was the main problem. I concentrated on her. After about 6 minutes, Freddie was walking around and responding, though weak. After an hour, she was totally normal, bouncing and barking. Whew! I didn't run the second team after that. Never thought the best run so far this season would end like that! I'm just glad that Fred was fine in the end and I'm kicking myself for not checking the temp.
On that same note, it's a point of interest to understand that I've run that exact same trail for 10 years with sibes (and tons of other trails) and have never even had a dog come close to overheating. Though the temp was warm, it wasn't HOT by any means. The difference? It's purely the drive of the dog. These pointers are so incredibly honest and intense. The sibes are hardworking, but they know their limits and lose a lot of motivation in the heat whereas the hounds are comfortable to hangout in warmer temps without LOOKING uncomfortable, so it's easy, as I did, to assume they could handle RUNNING in it. Once I stopped to think about it, it really shocked me: the hounds are physically more comfortable in warmer temps, but they work 4times as harder, so they almost need even cooler temps than the sibes do to preform at their best.
Currently, I have 52 miles on the main team and I wont be running again until Friday. I want Freddie to have plenty of time off, and it's supposed to be hot anyway. I've had Petunia for a week now and haven't been able to use her! Everyone is going a little nuts because they haven't been out since Saturday, but we're off to such a good start that I don't feel any need to rush it.
In other news, the second Lost Lake rig session is coming up. I vow NOT to run at night and I'm looking for a Halloween costume for Elsie or someone. Maybe I'll dress my team up as bird dogs....oh, wait....

Thursday, October 15, 2009

We Rode in Trucks

We're going to have a bit of sibling rivalry going on. No, not between Kuz, June, Roary and Reb or between Star, May, Brother and Joppie, or between Brew, Sosa, and Trotter, but between Keytone and...drumroll please...her SISTER! Ahhh it sounds like a terrible soap operah, "the tiny clusters!" But yes, read it and weep- Keytone's sister will be joining us here at Answering Call as of Saturday. And I couldn't be more excited! Petunia is going to be a great asset. I've started to see that I need to separate teams a little more than I had anticipated. I figured Sosa would be with the hounds and Oak would be with the sibes. Wrong-o was my guess-o. Sosa needs a team slightly slower than the monsters from hell and Oak needs a team drastically fast than yours truely, the sibes. I've decided to meet them in the middle, pairing them together and adding a speedy, but not too speedy, extra leader to help even things out a bit. Hello, Petunia you funny lookin' little doggie. I so anxious to get them on the trail together regularly. I'll have more on that as of next week. By the way, I didn't name her....so don't blame me! And, a second btw, she's on loan (from the Smithsonian! Only kidding- I just wanted to say that) so she'll only be with us until the end of race season.

As mentioned in the previous post, we went to Lost Lake last weekend and it was a great time. We had a few technical difficulites on the way, but everyone survived. Our box is to die for and it makes our lives so much easier. It's aggrivating to use my old beat up piece o'crap during the week, but I know that I'll be livin' the good life come Friday night! It's possible to travel comfortable with 37 dogs...we're proof. (unless two of those 36 attempt to JUMP OUT OF THE TRUCK while driving down the road....) Next on my truck agenda is to buy a duel-y. I have no idea how to spell the cloqiual term, but I want a pick-up with 4 back tires. Oh man, oh man...I wan' it.

On to better things: all 3 girls are in heat. Fox is the biggest flirt I've ever seen! Brewer screams bloody murder all day and every time we stop on the trail, but I just have to tell myself how much I'll enjoy getting him fixed. Oh, I will love that day. I'll bake a cake. A very big cake.

Monday, October 12, 2009

LOST Lake....

Will I ever learn? I've run that trail a million times. A few years ago we showed up for the training session and it was already dark, but I took the team out anyway. I got lost. I was on the trail for 2 hours, covering 12 miles and didn't get back into camp until 11pm. Like I said, that was a few years ago and I'm older and wiser now. At least I'd like to think so.....
We pulled up in the day light, but between Lynzie and I, we had 5 teams to run. It was dark by the time I was able to get out. For some reason, I still wanted to run. I ran the hounds first and realized I was in over my head. We were doing the trail backwards and couldn't see any of the trail markers, so I only ran them a mile- point 5 down and point 5 back. I couldn't see so we were only going 12pmh. Long story short, they were pissed. Anyway, the sibes were next. I figured I'd take them further because it wouldn't be as hectic and I honestly thought I'd have no problem recognizing the trail. I asked Lynzie what trail she used for her teams. She told me she found an unmarked loop out there that was around 2 miles. "Unmarked" should have been my first clue....
I took off with Oakley, Roary, June, and Brother. Roary was up there with Oak, but I was mainly relying on Oakley.
The first few turns made sense and jived with what Lynzie told me she had done. We were on the main trail, simply ignoring the little turn-off. But, after a few more swerves, all bets were off. We were going 9pmh...a respectable speed for the mixture of talent in the team, but a speed that I knew should have put us further into the two miles that we were. We came to a building where a definitive turn was needed. Lynzie had said to go Haw at "a building." We did. Just after that left, the trail emptied out, at least seemingly, into an opening. I couldn't see where we were supposed to be headed. It looked to me that we were in a parking area or turn around of some type, but Oakley was hitting her line diagonally forward to the right. I decided to trust her. I simply gave the machine some gas and watched as she put her nose to the ground and swung to the right. I let her.
We wound up on a very clear trail- things were looking up. We took a few more loopy turns and swerved with the trail. At this point, I knew I could never remember the trail if I tried to turn us around, so our only option was forward. I reasoned that at least someone would know if we went missing (aka if we took more than 20 minutes or so to run 2 damn miles) and that I had all night and capable dogs, so I had nothing to lose. We ran for a few more minutes. I'm not going to lie....I almost started to panic.
I mean, c'mon....it was dark. It was very dark. It's a HUGE park...we could have run all night without recognizing a thing. Plus, I've done it before! We continued to run. The main trail turn left, if only slightly, twice. There were TONS of trails that branched off, but She ingnored them all. I honestly thought at one point we had gone in a circle. I stopped the team to turn them around, thinking for SURE that I'd missed something. I ended up shrugging and telling myself to knock it off. I openly asked aloud if I would be this worried in the daylight and decided I wouldn't be....and so I kept trusting Oakley.
You know what happened? I noticed a twinkling of lights off to my right. I knew that if they came from camp, then I could get my barrings. The trail kept swerving and I gave Oakley no direction. I was still really, very nervous. I reasoned that Oak could surely smell the trail a thousand times better than I could see it. I just kept the machine going.
I saw more twinkling lights, still to my right. The surface of the trail changed. I wanted to believe that I recognized a few things, but I refused to allow myself to get my hopes up....in case we really did have to spend a few more hours out there. I had actually considered yelling for help or unhooking the line from the 4wheeler and cutting through the woods with the dogs directly towards the lights.
The dogs sped up. That meant only one thing. THEY COULD HEAR CAMP. Oakley put her nose to the ground around the last corner and we climbed a hill. I heard dogs and generators. We were back. She cut through the camp ground and found the truck.
Lynzie asked what took so long and wondered if we had gotten lost. She said she was going to wait a few more minutes before she really started to worry. I replied, "Yeah, I felt pretty lost. I have no idea what trail we took, but I do know that Oakley's definitely a leader."

Monday, October 5, 2009

The "Oh, Shiiiiit!" Moment(s)

......"When the dogs lunged forward, and as the right hand side of the rig made sickening contact with the sturdy, metal post, I said more than a few words under my breath"......



We've been running regularly. I can see the dogs improving already and gaining stamina. Right now, the hound team has 22 miles. It doesn't seem like much and in reality it's not a lot, but no run has been over 3 miles...so we've had quite a few hookups. The puppies are really impressing me. They're little bundles of energy. It's been a while since I've trained a pup (remember, Oakley is FOUR now!) so I've been racking my brain.

The highlight of the week: FLIPPING THE RIG! Put it in the history books. I've boasted that I'm untouchable on that thing...and I thought I was! Apparently my high horse shrinks a little when the maniacs take a corner at 19mph.

I had 6 dogs ready to go: Keytone and Fox in lead, Freddie and Brewer in the middle, and Sosa with Trotter in the back. I knew we were gonna be goin' fast....I had no idea. We were running on the road, so the first turn, technically, is a right out of the driveway. Needless to say, THAT is where I lost it. One hell of a run, eh? We made sure traffic was clear and I pulled the snub. The team took off like bats outta hell (or like sprint dogs out of the chute...clever?) and I called "gee." The instant I saw Keytone's head snap to the right in response, I knew I'd made a huge mistake. And it is here were I explain that my entire yard is fenced, so we have to go through the front gate to reach the road. When they turned too sharply, we were in danger of being hung up on the right hand gate post. Big danger. I've run this route successfully in the past, but I had started with the rig flush with the gate. Damn. My first thought was to keep the boys in back (Sosa and Trotter) from being slammed into the pole. Not a problem. I should have worried about what might happen a few feet south of them.....

I've heard it said and read about it, but nothing truly captures the actual feeling of one's very own OH SHIT moment.

The entire team had swung right while the rig and I had hardly moved an inch. They had taken the corner waaaaay too sharp with espresso for breakfast. When the dogs lunged forward, and as the right hand side of the rig made sickening contact with the sturdy, metal post, I said more than a few words under my breath. I KNEW the whole thing was going to flip. I literally remember concentrating so hard on front tire that, when I think about it now, I actually see in tunnel vision. It's funny, because I also remember thinking, "Oh man...the ground is wet!" WTF, right? I also remember thinking that I had never flipped it before, and so this couldn't really be happening. And then the left, outside tire caught an edge. I was air born.

Then and only then, was my O.S! moment complete. I landed on my left shoulder, still a white-knuckle grip on the handle bar, as the dogs dug in and dragged me for a few feet. Did you hear that? What wimps! After my harrowing crash landing, I didn't even get to display my "I am awesome and will now rite an upside down moving rig" maneuver. They all just stopped and stared back at me. Do not ask me how I managed to avoid landing UNDER the rig or how I swear to god I did not blink. But alas, all good action movies must come to an end. So, I stood and pulled the rig up with me. The dogs needed no ceremony- they took off. I hoped on and rode off into the sunset. Seriously.

You see, until this event, I thought that rig was my tool for world domination. Once atop, I was extremely self-assured and confident in my ability to finish a run in one piece. Now? I see myself as damn near awesome! Sure, I flipped that sucker like a newbie, but I hung on like the pro I am! Self-assured? Oh, it's so much worse. Try cocky. Or grab a thesaurus. They're handy.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Work it, baby!

Had some great runs this morning at Ft. Custer. And yes, thank you, I did remember to un-jack the truck! It was the second morning in a row that we ran over there....so it's the official start to the 09/10 season! We had a semi-start two weekends ago where I took the teams 2 miles each two days in a row, but we didn't follow it up because of the heat. After that, I took the girls and the puppies in the woods on the short 1 mile trail a few times a week just to calm them down....but now we're talkin' 'bout the real thang! I don't know what I just said.
Trotter is still out of commission with a split pad that he limps on like a baby. Yesterday I took only his two brothers and the girls. We just ran that one 5dog team 3 miles. They were cookin' right along. Today, I took both teams and two of the cutest babies ever. I ran the sibes first because I didn't want it to get any hotter. I had Roary and Oak in lead, June and Brother in the middle, and Kuz with May in wheel. Mr. Daddy isn't feeling too well as of late and is running like a punk. Maybe he's just upset that his brother beat him to retirement. Oh poor Rebbie....livin' the life of a yard dog. Annnyway, the sibe team was incredible. I've never had a "pre season" run as great as this morning. I even had a passenger. Even though Kuz was setting a terrible example, his babies didn't follow his direction; they were running like pros. Oak was killing it in lead. Roary was solid, but not taking directions very well. Man, did I mention the babies? They were unstoppable. Well, okay, we stopped twice, but you get the picture. We did end up taking a shortcut, so we probably went somewhere around 2 miles and not the full 3. I've been running that team for 8 seasons and they still impress me! (and don't forget about the babies..)
The hounds were pretty near uncontrollable on Saturday. We had to navigate a downed tree within the first 100yards of our run, so there were a few tense minutes in the beginning! Once we got moving, they were all power. Fox is the brains, Keytone is the idiot speed, Freddie is steady, but excitable, Brewer is a retarded powerhouse, and Sosa is a cute black dog with little white feet. He's actually quite an asset! Like I said, Saturday was a little hectic, and we stopped quite a few times, but they behaved so well once they calmed down. They boys are already a thousand times better than they were last season. Today was a little more calm...I made them do the trail backwards so that we wouldn't hit the tree until the very end. We stopped 4 times and I bet two of them were overkill. Oh, Freddie showed her remarkable skill in Useless Shit 101 when, while leading with Fox, she jumped and caught a falling leaf in mid air without missing a step. And yes, I'm pretty sure she ate it. If Fox could have said anything to her at that moment, I'm sure she would have ruthlessly mocked Freddie's family tree. (and THAT, my friends, is a joke! you see, Fox is Freddie's aunt...) Beyond being a little rusty on commands today, the hound team was on fire. Oh, and I demoted Keytone (putting Freddie in lead), so she couldn't be a big idiot. She was a small, cute idiot instead. Once I teach her to line out, there will be world peace, all armies will commence a cease fire, and the hungry will be no more. Seriously, she CAN be THAT obnoxious....as she turns around for the tenth time.
Ahhhh and what else? Hmmmmm I think I'll be putting new straw in everyone's houses tomorrow. They're all lovin' the National Xtra Performance. I'm worried about Kuzin because he seems sick, but I think I've mentioned that already. Oh! I let Brew loose today out of the truck and he ran straight to the kennel. Props to me. I took Trotter for a walk around the field tonight. He we naked- that's right- no leash. Props to my daddy for that. May was in the house for the majority of the day (after her Big Sled Dog Adventure) chewing on her stuffed gorilla.
My next plan to run is Tuesday. Please, dear Mother Nature, please let the weather be crisp and 40....or less.

Friday, September 25, 2009

National and Johnny Trotter

It'll be a busy day. First, I'll be getting up at 6:45 so that I can load dogs and be to Ft. Custer by 8am. The hardest part of that sequence? I have to un-jack the truck. I do seriously hope that I remember to take the jack out BEFORE I drive away. Here's to a good memory.

So anyway, if you want me to be a little soft, I can tell you about Trotter/Carson/Clyde. He's a full brother to Brew and Sosa. I got the 3 of them last January. They were all a little thin and confused, but Trotter was afraid of everything. He was frightened almost to the point of aggression. If you let him out in the yard, there was no way to catch him again unless you could literally corner him.....he acted completely feral. He barked AT people if they walked towards him and he paced constantly. He was hardly tolerant of other males and was just a general mess. He went directly to my dad's house for socialization. SIX MONTHS LATER- Trotter is a free drop-able, hug-able, sociable, fun lovin' guy! I was SO impressed today! We ran a mile and he has never looked so good. Before and after the run, he was running loose around the yard like a wild man (the best kind of wild man) and then I let Brewer loose and they got along great. The jury is still out on his official name...he came to me as Noah, and I originally switched it to Carson, but decided against it, so that was changed to Clyde, but then semi switched to Johnny Trotter (get it? like johnny walker?). Annnnway- check back for more updates on Trotter and his brothers.

Speaking of the boys...Brewer broke his chain tonight :-/ I had no where near the amount of patience needed to go down there in the dark and use pliers to unfasten the quicklink, so I put him a kennel. Okay, so it's a really smallll kennel...the smallest one we have...but it was vacant and, like I said, I was feeling none to patient at 8pm when he came winging up through the yard, grinnin' like a fool. He's barking his head off as we speak (because he hates kennels, no matter the size), but I'm pretty sure he'll live until tomorrow morning. Crazy mutt.

The National part is the best. I'm finally switching dog food. I'll be picking up a few bags tomorrow afternoon to see how the hounds do on it. I can officially say that I feed GOOD food. I FEED NATIONAL.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Hollywood, Part Two

....and now the hound/alaskan team.

Friendly Freddie is the resident brainless wonder.
Keytone is a hard-driving half pointer who can run 17mph and loves every stride. She was once a struggling model who couldn't turn left.
Fox is more educated than the news channel and also agrees that Kayne West is a "jackass."
Sosa is a black athlete. Need I say more? You're right, I should elaborate. He's a REALLY black athlete. Oh c'mon it's a joke.
Brewer works at Seaworld in his off time. However, last summer he refused to free a whale named William, so he may be out of a job.

And the babies are who you've been waiting for.
Brother has a great personality and a gorgeous coat. He's currently working on a wildlife management program. It simply involves sending memos to all forest creatures and asking them "did you get the memo?"
May's idea of a perfect date really IS April 25th. She's a sweatheart and a leader prospect.
Jockey has a perfect build and gate. She's calm and honest. Currently, she wonders why people are shocked to hear that she's afraid of horses.
Star is a pushy little girl who loves to play tug of war. She's not confident in harness yet, but she seems alright with speed. She understands that there's no crying in baseball.

There's also a pesky Labrador running around the place. He's a star athlete and is working on a book deal. His book is simply titled "Pretty," and is filled with pictures of himself. The Bluetick is mainly interested in frisbee and scaring small children. During Halloween, she wonders why she can SMELL children, but not SEE children.

Soooo that's the kennel as I know it. It can get pretty hectic around here, but a good game of Mafia usually keeps everyone's egos in check.

"a rose by any other name...."

Well, that's it. The beginning is cliché. You're probably annoyed and miffed as to why I would choose such a mundane quote. The truth? You can't handle the truth! See? It happened again. But for real this time....the reason? I've got to keep it easy for a while. I'm an avid movie-quoter; I should definitely be paid for making certain obscure quotes famous, and with that being said, I currently doubt your ability to keep up with my tidbits. Time Will Tell. (and that? not just a RANDOM quote, but an episode title of Alias)

Now, I'll start with a brief introduction. No, I'm not a boring idiot, I don't want to introduce my damn self; I want to tell you all about my dogs, naturally. And this is where the title comes in...because I'll be telling you their names. Get it now?
Reb has always been a brute. He’s a thick, solid guy with a sweet personality and ravishing good looks. He leads a little bit, but he’s retired due to asthma. Guess what, ladies? He’s single. He’d love it if you took him for long walks on the beach and he’s told me he’s all about cuddling.

Kuz is a lot smaller than Rebbie. He’s also a lot smarter. Kuz works harder, too. Not that Reb’s a bad guy, but Kuzin is the best of the best. If you can get past his obsession with trucks, he turns out to be the best leader boy on the planet. Seriously. He’s a daddy now, so he’s given up drinking on Friday nights and most of his dreams. Only kidding. The only thing he has given up is the custody of his children. Fine, fine—I’ll stop.

Juneau has a very unique name. Give her a break; she was named by an 11 year old. She has always been a tireless worker. June is the first one to hit her harness. She’s been leading since last season and maintains that she’ll keep leading until she can actually CATCH AND DEVOUR one of the many small animals that runs out in front of her on the trail. Shy of that, she said she’d settle for a pet buffalo.

Roary is a looker. She leads also, which makes this litter 4 for 4 in the brains department. She participates often in wet t-shirt contests….meaning that she jumps in the pool and runs at me, trying to get my shirt as wet as possible. If that interests you, stay tuned. That was a joke, a very bad joke.

Then we have little Klondike: the princess of the realm. Oh? You think that’s a joke? She auditioned for the roll of Princess Leia, and won, but backed out because she decided that kissing her brother would have been NASTY.

Last of the grown Siber-dummies is Smokin’ Oakley. I almost feel bad making fun of her because she just had the cutest puppies ever. Oakley can be a knot head. She’s very driven, but not always in the right direction. Her dad invented toaster strudels and her tail is so fluffy because it’s full of secrets.

I’ll stop with the grown sibes for now. I’ll save the babies and the hounds for later. Just so you’re sure to check in again I’ll let you in on a little secret…I have a dog named May and her idea of the perfect date is April 25th……