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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

My Second Official Race!!

Georgia here. I competed in my second official race on the weekend. It was our club's annual race, 'The Origin', and it was held in an old goldrush town called Naseby. It's a two hour drive from home, so we had to spend a couple of nights away.

Luckily mom and dad were able to rent a house that let us pupperoos inside. We're yuppy puppies, you see, and we are not accustomed to sleeping outside like other doggies. It even had a fenced yard next door for us to safely play in. A local doggie often hangs out in there, and that's his dog house.

And Dakota found his bone.

But this wasn't a holiday for us--we were there to compete. And compete we did. Mom and I ran a canicross race together. No one took any photos of us running, so the only thing I can show you is a stunning portrait of me.

Okay, I look pretty goofy. But this is me showing off my first place ribbon. That's right, mom and I won our canicross race.

Dakota was not to be outdone. She and dad won their bike-jor race. Unfortunately, Dakota is afraid of her ribbon and ran and hid under a bush when she saw it, so this is the best we could do for her portrait.

Here's everyone getting ready to race on day two. It was dawn, and FREEZING. Mom was timekeeping, so she had to stand still for a long time. But I was cozy in my ultra-fluffy goberian fur coat.

I didn't get to compete on the second day because they say I'm still too young. But I got to go for lots of walks.

Here's our car and that's mom's scooter behind it. Dad has to use mom's because he broke his at the last race and hasn't fixed it yet. You can see Dakota in the back seat trying to stick her nose out the window. I'm in there too.

Dakota and dad got to do the single-dog scooter race. They took fourth place, which is pretty good considering she's a fat huskador competing against fast skinny pointers. Look at that tongue!

She was one pooped pup when we got home, and she decided to have a snooze in MY CHAIR.

Our next and probably last race of the season will be in Christchurch in two weeks. I'm really excited because they say I'll be old enough to compete in two races. On day one I'll do canicross with mom again, and Dakota and dad will do bike-jor. But on day two I get to do two-dog scooter with Dakota. We have never run together in a race, so hopefully I don't do something stupid like bite Dakota, which I sometimes do when we're practicing. Wish us luck!

Monday, June 6, 2011

My First Official Race!

Georgia here. This weekend I participated in my first official race. I'm a over a year old and a big girl now, so mom and dad say I can start competing. But they say I need to take it easy because I am still a growing girl. Here I am on the drive. It was nearly a three hour trip, and I have been known to get a little carsick on these long drives.

Here's everyone on the first day before the race started. Our car is the one on the right.

I got to run a canicross race with my mom. We did really well and took second place for the women. Last month my mom and Dakota ran the same course. I made mom run it 43 seconds faster than Dakota did. Dad always thought I would be the faster dog. Here I am with my rosette. I am a bit scared of it.

Here's Dakota after her race on the first day. She did single dog scooter with dad. She doesn't look like a doggie who has just run a 3.5 km race, does she?

Well, that's because the scooter broke just after they started. Dad had to run alongside pushing it most of the way and Dakota couldn't run as fast as she wanted to. You can see where the frame bent at the curved part.

Here's Dakota having a snooze at the motel that evening. She sort of naps like a dog that has just run a race.

Here I am taking my nap. I am definitely napping like a dog that has just run a race. I was absolutely pooped.

Mom took some snaps of some of our friends from down south finishing their races.

Here's Dakota after her race on the second day. She looks very different from the first day, doesn't she? Dad borrowed a scooter, and it didn't break, so Dakota ran her little huskador heart out. But when she looks like this with spit all over her face, I call her a "slobrador".

Here she is hugging her water bowl. Look at the size of that tongue! She and dad took fourth, and I am very proud of my big sister.

Then we had that long drive home. Dakota decided I would make a nice soft pillow for the trip, but I didn't mind because she ran such a good race. At least she wasn't standing on my head like the last time we went away.

 Three weeks until the next race!