It ain't a winter season till I wipe out skijoring a few dozen times...

Well guess what everyone?


SNOW!!! It's non-stop, it's insane, I can't keep up with it but I don't even care. Harris concurs and says "Yeah holy crap there's a lot of snow out here!!!"

They can almost climb over the fence with little effort. But shhh! They don't know that yet...

Yesterday's mini-blizzard:

The wood pile gathered about 12 days ago, is now also covered in snow. That's what happens when you wait for awhile to cut it and split it, dammit. But I CANNOT complain about the snow. I'll be kicked out of the mushers club.

After the mini-storm, the skies cleared and the dogs yelled at the window "Get us out of these pens!! It's skijoring time!" Alrighty then.

Loki may not look too raring to go, this is because this is "pre-run Loki." Some of you know by now that "post-run Loki" is much different and not as high strung. I was trying to hook up Ripper here but he went zooming down the trail without us. Brat. He came back though. Loki was much more relaxed with his buddy alongside him.

Off we go!

They are/were/will always be, awesome.

Here's a little video of the run with them. Be sure to keep an eye out for the "tunnel-of-snow" section near the end, crazy fun!


Just when you think you're going along fine... WHAM! Wipeout #1 of the day:

I'm not exactly sure what happened here. However I did know that I was freakin' stuck in the ridiculously deep snow off the trail. That is my left hand and ski pole which is totally buried and underneath me. Try getting out of that with two crazy dogs yanking you along the ground! Oh who cares, I love this snow!!!!!

On top of that, the dragging ended up pulling me, er, dragging me along the snow. As a result, my jacket was riding up and my pants were falling down, and snow was going you-know-where. Brrrrr!!!

Ha, I look like I've just given up here. Now that I look at that, my head is at an awfully weird angle. But! Notice the TIGHT line that the dogs are still reefing on??! Good dogs! They're eager, but they're killin' me.

Ripper, after the run is all like "Yeah, let's do that again! Especially the part with you on your ass and we were dragging you, remember?? LOL!!!" He actually said "LOL!" They're smarter than you think.


This is me attempting to catch a wild Pooh Bear for hook up. You can see that she is not being very cooperative.

Ooh, should have warned you to take a gravol pill before watching. I'm still dizzy from that.

Esther and Pooh Bear raring to go back home. Or anywhere really.




Rupert, the bunny runs ahead and these two give chase!

Here's a quick video of that, I was so proud of their first successful skijor. Mostly because beforehand I thought this could have possibly been the worst (ok, second worst... this was the worst) idea of mine. It could have gone REALLY bad with Ms. Spinny-Pooh-Bear and Ms. Don't-mess-around-life-is-too-serious-to-have-fun-Esther. I envisioned fights, dogs running away, dogs tripping me numerous times, etc, etc...

But I have to say, they proved me wrong! Man they were motoring along. Like my nice WIDE trails??!! Specifically for skijoring.



However, it seems wide trails or not... wiping out can happen anywhere. This time was a first though. I wiped out due to a chunk of horse crap on the trail! If you're a friend on Facebook, no doubt you've heard my laments about the herd of horses that hung out one morning here AND destroyed all the dog trails by walking on them. Oh but they didn't just walk on them, they slept on them, they shat on them, they ate them. Horses are nothing but trouble! Some nerve.

Anyways, lucky for you (or not) I was taping this time. It was a slow motion wipeout, not too terribly exciting as the dogs were almost walking, but if you watch closely you can even see the piece of crap coming at me. Oh, and yes, Pooh Bear is quite distracted here, the chase-bunny, Rupert - went the wrong way! FOCUS Bunny!!! BAAAAD Bunny!!!



So this is what is known as "natural grip" on the ol' skis:

AKA: dog crap. Much cheaper than the costly grip wax they sell in the specialty stores. I kind of wondered why the one ski was feeling a bit sluggish.

Mental note: look for dog crap when skis are sluggish in the future.


And Sage would like to thank you for joining us and reading about life in this kooky yard. Although he says you can go now, because he is waiting to be let into the cabin so he can get back to watching tv. The Dog Whisperer is on and he would like to go give Cesar a talking to, what with all that "calm, assertive" crap... as if the human really has the power in the canine-human relationship, ha!