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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Sleddoggery Weekend

Dakota here, had a real busy week last one, we had visitors all week trying to get the new bathroom finished. So when Saturday come around was just hoping for a nice quiet weekend. Of course mom and dad had different ideas, Saturday was our local sled dog club open day, then Sunday morning was our first race of the season something the humans called the Spectacle.

Saturday was actually a great day, there were heaps of other doggies, and heaps of new people to meet, and of course some old freinds were reacquainted. Here is a picture of some of the people etc there, it might be hard to see but the samoyed on the left is Lotus, we first met her at puppy pre school.

We also did some fun stuff, like a bit of bike joring. I even got to try running with the 'bad cousins' it was not that successful though because Wolf is such a boof head. Here is a picture of Jo and Daniel trying to get us all sorted, Dad is on the bike, boy is he stupid trying this. Although to be fair today was not the day I planned to crash him, that is tomorrow, but more on that later.

Doesn't dad's bike look shiney, well actually it is my bike (well he keeps calling it the dog bike).

Georgia here now ... geez my big sis is boring, always talking about running, biking, scootering. Of course I am just jealous that I cannot do that stuff yet, aparantly I have to wait until I get bigger. But of course there was plenty for me to do, look cute, meet new fans, and probably the most exciting, catching up with my actual brother (Ben) and my real dog mum (Aurora).

Mum left, brother right

We were a bit shy at first, but then we got back to being our usual puppy selves.

"See I told you I am different down there"

Me and Dak were so exhausted when we got home, this is all we could do, note the new toy, still in one piece.

Right back to Dak, she did the rest ...

We had to get up before dark, it was not fun luckily dad left the heatpump on the night before so my feet were not cold.

So off in the car to Laings Rd, I get stuck in the jail in the back with Georgia, which is not too bad but she is getting bigger, and I hate sharing space.

Apparently when we get there I learn we are doing a scooter race, 3km along a gravel road, small ups and downs, should be a piece of cake (although dad will surely miss his comfy seat on his bike). When dad is listening to the race briefing, I start feeling the need to go to the toilet, I will not say anything though, I am sure I can hold on.

Right. Harness on, lead on, scooter connected, dad has his funny vest on, helmet--we are set. We are number 14 so not starting until a bit later, I reckon I have two choices, lay here on my back while strangers rub my belly (and wonder what all the other dogs are jumping and barking about), or have a poo. Mmm belly rub does feel good so relax a little bit longer.

Right number 13 is off, my turn now. Someone asks dad does he need a handler (well maybe someone to get me on my feet), he accepts and this person walks me to the start line. On the countdown we are off, not too fast though, as we do have a few hills to go up. Here is a picture just before we left

The down hill parts were next, this is where things started to go weird, you know that feeling of needing to go to the bathroom, well it is starting to get a bit more intense. Oh no, up ahead is a hill, and with fatty on the back I will never get up there, luckily my slowing down has prompted dad to start running, he is puffing harder than Darth Vader though, I hope he makes it.

Luckily this uphill was short and we are soon going downhill again, this time though the rear end pressure gets too great, and I have to stop and poop. Luckily I can stop really quickly while running down hill, and the relief is great, but hold on what is that horrible noise behind me ... ooopps dad is on the ground (hee hee--but not in my poop). He can stop pretty quick too, he does it by doing this trick where he goes over the handlebar and uses his knees to brake on the gravel, great thinking.

Well after about a minute, we get untangled and off again, this time uphill. You know I think all that noise behind me distracted me, and I forgot to finish my business, so need to stop again, this time dad is ready though and uses the brakes properly. The rest of the race pretty uneventful, of course we got last in our class, but I run more like a malamute than a husky.

I wonder what next weekend will bring, hopefully dad will have finished limping around so we can go for a bikejore.


  1. We love the same games, but it is getting too warm here to do much for a few months. Glad to see your dad is so multi-talented in the braking department.

  2. Wow it sounds like you had a very exciting week last week! Our dad has been known to stop that same way with his over handlebar thing - but we don't get to see it (since we are cats and don't really go out) but we hear about it. WE hope your dad didn't get too hurt doing it (ours isn't too good at it we don't think because he got a little hurt).

  3. Thanks fur sharing your GREAT fun!

    Of khourse, it would appear some had LOTS more than others!


  4. All we can say is THANK WOO FUR MAKING US LAUGH!!!

    Oh we better ask if yur Dad is okay???

    Team Husky