George is getting bossier and bossier as she ages. Hey, it's their birthday soon. Holy crap, these little devils are turning 9!!!! Wow. They sure as heck don't act it.
Gracie peering through to your soul. Careful, she'll steal it. She's selfish and demonic that way. Their mother's name really was Devil for a reason!
Pet meeeee... yes, that's right, keep it coming slave.
Harris is working on perfecting the new "what-to-do-when-you're-a-bored-sled-dog-and-it's-too-cold-outside-for-your-delicate-doggie-parts"
It's called "Walking the Planks" and I just missed the shot of him when he was halfway across peering downstairs. The planks are a bit bouncy, and they have some space in between each one, so it was interesting to watch the gangly fella navigate them. Didn't phase him a bit, what is wrong with my dogs?!?! Do most dogs like heights and stairs and planks? I have no idea.
Maybe that's why I had the freaky dream the other night!! In it, my cabin was hit by a truck. Yes, it all makes little sense as the truck would have to hurl itself into the ditch and drive through the bushes, trees, and a half km of snow-covered discontinuous permafrost. Anyhow, in the dream I slowly saw the semi coming towards my loft window. Just when I thought it was going to miss, it crunched into the cabin. Damn! Then the cabin started to tip and I got flung out of the loft. Somehow I managed to hang onto the ceiling, by my pinky finger!! I remember thinking, "ok, if I get out of this with only a broken finger, then that's ok.... I can deal with that." Yep, always looking at the glass half full! haha
So as I was hanging from the ceiling, I remember looking downstairs to see dogs everywhere looking up at me. The next thing I know, I'm falling... onto dogs. They broke my fall! All was ok, well, except for the whole loft breaking apart thing.
Speaking of wood:
Sweet, sweet woodcutting at 33 below. I would have gotten a photo of the FULL truck, but the camera battery froze pretty darned fast. Only in the Yukon can you go to a total strangers to buy and cut some firewood, end up bonding with the owners of said wood (over a bulldozer and other machinery of all things... eh, don't ask, it's the company I keep), find out you have lots in common, have a great time, and end up being invited inside after woodcutting to warm up and offered tea and cake! Then, on top of all that, you get the cord of wood for free! Cords of wood delivered are worth about $230 here, sweeeeet.
The shady company I keep. At least he can cut himself some mean wood!
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LOVE the pictures of your dogs... Miss my own enough to hurt all over, but look at your pictures and those At "Gone to the Dogs" to make up for it - somewhat...
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