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.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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.
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.
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……
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……
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