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!