A Day at the Races

Georgia here. It is now sleddoggery season, and I participated in my first race recently. It was canicross, where we doggies pull a running human. It's pretty hard for us because we have to drag this heavy, slow thing behind us without the help of wheels like our other sleddogery sports. If the human is fast, it's not so bad. The only consolation for us is that it is twice as hard for the poor human who is trying to keep up with us while not tripping on tree roots, slipping in the mud, etc.

Here is Dakota after her race. She ran with mom and took fourth:

And here I am.  I ran with dad, and we took fifth:

We were both pooped puppies on the drive home:

But in her usual fashion, Dakota recovered quickly:

In my usual fashion, I went back to sleep:

Or tried to:

Dakota sure made herself comfortable at my expense:

Here is the drive home. You can't see it very well, but there is part of a rainbow in the middle:

Home with my mom

Georgia here. Today dad took Dakota off in the car for an adventure, and I was left behind with mom. I cried a lot of puppy tears, as I usually do when Dakota goes away. So mom decided we would do some baking together. Here I am helping out.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Happy Sunday!

Our Boring Saturday

Hello all. Sorry we haven't blogged lately. We've been busy, but we haven't been doing anything particularly fun, so we haven't had much to write about. Mom decided that we had to put something on, so she took some pics of us doing weekend stuff. We usually pester mom and dad to amuse us in the mornings, so here are some things they get us to do:

Here we are bobbing for meat flavoured ice cubes. Mmmmmmmmm.

And we always do some training.

Here we are with treats on each paw, waiting patiently until...

Mom says "okay" and we get our reward.

But most of the time we just lay around and nap.

The table outside on the deck is one of our favourite places.

Dakota really likes mom and dad's bed, and that's where she goes when she wants some quiet time alone.

And it's always a treat when the dog bed is on the deck.

Birthday Blog

Dakota here. Today is my birthday--I am TWO! Isn't this the magical age when doggies are supposed to settle down? That's going to be hard for me with Georgia around since she's only one, and it's my responsibility to play with her.

Here I am with my beloved soccer ball. Just after this photo was taken, my dad and I were playing and I popped it. Ooops. If I had popped it yesterday, I could have gotten a new one today for my birthday. Double ooops.

This is me when I was two weeks old. In the photo with the rest of my litter, I am the one on the far left.

Here I am at about six weeks. I have always looked a bit grumpy.

On the weekend we all took a drive to a place with a bunch of even grumpier dogs--malamutes! Mom and dad got my birthday present there, and I think it's better than a soccer ball.

That's right, it's a rig. The only problem is that I will have to share with Georgia. My fat huskador bottom isn't strong enough to pull it and my dad by myself, so I will need G's help.

Friday Evening

Dakota enjoying a quiet evening at home with her beau, Mr Fox.

Georgia's New Threads

Georgia here. It has been raining a lot here, and mom and dad are sick of me being a rain sponge. So mom bought me this spiffy new jacket. It's a "Sub Woofer" from the New Zealand doggie company D-Fa. Dad says it looks like a wet suit. If it keeps me dry, who cares what it looks like?

Dakota's Friday Wisdom