Tag: sled dogs

The Darkest Hour is Just Before Dawn

At four o’clock this morning, I awoke to my husband stealing past me to the bedroom door holding a flashlight. I asked what was wrong, wondering if the home invaders were waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and he motioned that Punchy, our… Continue Reading “The Darkest Hour is Just Before Dawn”

My Walk with Swirl and Punchy

It is snowing. It is snowing hard with big, storybook snowflakes like we made in third grade with white paper and blunt-nosed scissors. In our bedroom, Swirl is sleeping stretched out on the floor on a little girl’s flowered quilt, a half-eaten roll of… Continue Reading “My Walk with Swirl and Punchy”

Retirement Village

We liked looking at other people’s fine dogs but we got homesick for our own. So we came back from Duluth today while the Beargrease sled dog teams were still running, to retrieve our own two sled dogs from the kennel. Before the kennel… Continue Reading “Retirement Village”

Our Day Was This

Our day was snow and dogs. Our day was taking dozens of pictures. Our day was watching teams come trotting out of the trees up the hill we were standing on. Our day was seeing dogs fed and tended and bedded down for a… Continue Reading “Our Day Was This”

The Mystery of Punchy’s Rankness

We’ve been puzzling over it, Punchy’s rankness, figuring at first that it was the accumulation of eleven years in the dog yard with all the spit and mud and rolled-in dead things that might have fallen from the trees or been passed dog to… Continue Reading “The Mystery of Punchy’s Rankness”

Advent 11: Also Ran

We got our new dog Punchy’s rap sheet in the mail today. Included was a record of all of his shots since he was a pup in Alaska and his family tree. He was one of a litter that included brothers Baba Ganoush and… Continue Reading “Advent 11: Also Ran”

Dog Day

We went to the Midwest Sled Dog Symposium in Curtis, Michigan, today where our retired sled dog, Swirl, was fussed over like a returning war hero by the people who raised, trained, raced, and ran him for seven years. One after the other described… Continue Reading “Dog Day”

Love is Patient

“Wait a year until you let him off leash. Wait until he really knows you’re his people.” So said Tasha, the owner of the sled dog kennel where we adopted our big beautiful sled dog, Swirl. He follows us through the house, looks back… Continue Reading “Love is Patient”

Swirl

There were 200 dogs in the dog yard. Each one was tethered to a raised wooden platform with a big plastic cylinder that worked as a doghouse. Each dog’s name was on a sign on his platform, some had sleds parked in front. The… Continue Reading “Swirl”

Beargrease #3

Up ahead, we saw four Border Patrol SUV’s parked on either side of Minnesota Highway 61, lights flashing, officers standing nearby. We were headed into Grand Portage, only six miles from the Canadian border, to watch sled dog teams competing in the Beargrease Marathon… Continue Reading “Beargrease #3”

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