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July 22, 2015 I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done. I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them. I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC. |
Write your entry as either the participant's perspective in the race or from one of the dog's perspective on the team. The most creative entry will win a merit badge for their endeavor. Have fun! We’re all waiting. I can’t say we are patient. No, there are 15 mates in harness (besides me). Some are barking, some just wagging a tail or swinging around to look at some of the bystanders. People here are curious. They don’t seem to understand it is time to get underway. The sledge is heavy today. We will be carrying about 350 lbs. Some of the sledges have a smaller extra sledge to carry the food. I can hardly wait to the end of the day. The food on the sledge smells delicious. I heard someone say we have to go 1000 miles total. I hope my boots will not wear out. Yes! I said boots. We are wearing boots to protect out feet from sharp hard snow bumps and ice chunks. Cutting a foot will mean a dog out of the race. The pack talked it over no one wants to end up riding in the sledge instead of pulling it. I can’t believe our owner is doing this run just to get a new truck and enough green paper to cover the dog food. My pack brothers and sisters can stand 22 to 26 inches tall and weight 71 to 95 lbs. That bow wow mid way down the line is the heaviest. Even with a long run every day to harden to the trail, he still outweighs most of us. We call him chicken fat because it’s his favorite food of all. I like the salmon and kibble mix. It reves me up so I can run all day. Ha. The sledge is anchored but, we gave a jerk and it almost came free. It would be fun if we can shake it loose so the Musher has to run to catch up. But, now she is walking the line cautioning each one of us to wait for the signal to start. When I was a pup I had to learn to speak the language. Hah is left, Gee is right. Now, I’m bilingual. I speak sledge dog and human. Yesterday, I was allowed to walk around the camp with our girl. People were talking about how this started in 1973 when some people needed medicine and the planes could not fly because of the weather. That made the team howl, when I told them, cause they know a team is worth more than a plane in bad weather. Look how excited we all are. The leader knows something is about to happen. Ha! I felt it the anchor is loose we’re running. Yay! "Howling down the line" = first day only 18 more to go to the end. ![Merit Badge in Point of View
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