Oh, 'tis the season for cooking up wild game for the dogs! Ew. My hands reek. Dogs love me though. Dogs come running across the street to sniff these furless paws. Damn sometimes I really do wish I had a shower. Hell, any kind of running water would suffice. Oh well, for the time being, I guess I'll let the dogs lick the moose juice off my hands.
A little tidbit about two dogs who are constantly harassing me: that's what I get from Pooh Bear! and Esther when they're inside. They are non-stop begging for attention and can never seem to get enough. They harass me so much that I don't even notice when their big skulls are draped all over me (see below). Often, I'll try to move my arm, or get up, and realize I can't because there is one or two fuzzy heads permanently attached to me.
They're soooo stealthy that you don't even notice them sneaking up. In fact, one night I was on the phone and Pooh Bear! started slooooowly crawling up on top of me. Before I knew it she was sitting on my lap. They're smart, they wait till you're good and distracted. It works for them.
Ivy is saying "keep those little twits away from me! This is MY couch!" and "Aren't I pretty!?"
Rupert has come to love the dog beds and is now inside a LOT. He's lovin' it. He even almost kinda fits in there. He's officially the resident OLD FART!
A shot of some of the crew chilling out in the cabin one night. This was really to show my new table lamp over by the wall over there. Very exciting indeed!! Yes... I need to get out more.
Ah, as you can see, Kuna kinda needs a bigger dog bed. Maybe his grandma will give him one for xmas?!?! *hint hint*
And Gracie is hoping for her own king sized bed for xmas. As she confided in me the other day, this couch isn't big enough for her (and her ego).
Ohhh, Grandma - while you're out getting Kuna that XXL dog bed... don't forget your favourite Yukon dog - me! Look how freakin' gangly I am!! 
Lucy fits her dog bed juuuuust right.
And Ripper? Well, no surprise here. He tried to eat the dog bed:
The victim: dog bed. The perp: Ripper
Lookit that look on his face! He knows he's in trouble! And he gnawed on that dog bed over a week ago. I guess anytime I call his name in the cabin, or anywhere really, he really is in trouble. I've never had a dog who required constant supervision - inside AND out!
Or! The look of guilt could be merely due to the fact that he ripped apart a roll of paper towel while I ran outside to go get some wood. Damn he moves fast!
Close up of that poor dog bed. Ripper's crazy eyes glow in the background. Brat.
Meanwhile, in Trail News:
The river! It's really starting to freeze!
Yep, frozen down that way too. Not sure how frozen, but it should be good to go in a couple weeks after we pass through this coldish snap forecasted for this week.
Can't wait to pack the crazy, windy trails down there. In the meantime I'm working on new trails (still) and making verrrrry slow progress. It takes a lot to cut some trails, but at least now we have options other than the river. I should invest in a team of beavers to help me with the trail cutting.
