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Handsome the Terrible and Midnight the Wonder Cat

Sarah · November 19, 2013 ·

We recently added a new sled dog to our kennel, his name is Handsome…and there is a very good reason…he is GORGEOUS! We were given him because he is exceptionally shy dog despite lots of socialization and I have a long history of working with shy dogs and getting them to “come out of their shell” (or as the case usually is, dog house.) But all the shy dogs I’ve met and worked with before don’t even begin to hold a candle to Handsome. Although at home with his fellow canine companions, he is on full alert whenever I seem to come around…here’s a recent video I took of him resting inside:

The first three days at our kennel he lived in our house and at night I put him on the foot of my bed to sleep. On the third night, I woke up with his head resting on my stomach. You can imagine the joy I felt after having worked with him when I thought I had finally gotten through to Handsome that I was on his side. After all, I had bee feeding him, walking him on a leash, and at one point I even let him free run in our fenced in dog yard with all our pups. You could see although he was not at home with me that he, at least, felt at home…but maybe that was slowly starting to change.

Wrong!

That morning, believing that our bond had somehow deepened I decided to once again let him run loose with the pups. Letting our dogs play for an hour every morning 4-5 times a week is one of my greatest joys. Watching how our dogs interact, play, and “hang out” together is fun…more importantly I love that no matter what I am doing, whether it’s sitting on a dog house or scooping poop, that the dogs want to be around me. It’s cool to know that even though they have a huge yard to run around, they’d rather be hanging out playing next to mom.

What’s also awesome is that dogs as young as two months and as old as 10 years get along effortlessly. That’s not to say we don’t have occasional squabbles, we do, but they are always more interested in playing. Their favorite game is keep away. Inevitably, one dog always finds some treasured object whether it’s a bone, a ball, or a stick and then runs around trying to protect his treasure from everyone else. It’s hilarious. Occasionally, we get a “bad sport” who will take their treasure and dive into a dog house (“base”) to protect it and to stay away from the other dogs.

Well we had a great morning playing together and until playtime was over things went flawlessly. When playtime ended, one dog, Handsome refused to be captured. I have never had this problem. We have two shy dogs in our kennel — Willie and Sage — but both are dogs who respect, listen, and come to us. We work hard to socialize all our dogs, not only for our benefit but for theirs. One day, there will come a time when they cannot run or pull and they will need to retire. We can’t retire every dog to our kennel so it is important that our dogs have social skills. Plus, we mush because we love dogs…it’s only fun if they love us back!

Handsome is hanging out inside.

Handsome, unfortunately, was not at all like this. When I moved to the left, he moved to the right. No matter how close I got, he was always an arms length away. It seemed like we were magnets that repelled one another and no matter what I did I could not catch him.

So, I started pulling out every trick I have in my book. He is not the first dog who has not listened. Usually the puppies around 2-3 months old go through a brief “rebellious” phase where they do not want to be tied up and enjoy playing keep away. Max, my 1/2 husky 1/2 collie mix, Betty, our german shepherd, and Archie, our retired sled dog turned dog lot manager (I’ll post on this later), almost always come to my aid and help me coral the young ones — not so with Handsome. Their tricks at distracting would not work. Food did not work. Nothing worked. He was too fast and too smart.

I grew frustrated and started to think that I would never  catch him. He was in a fenced dogyard for crying out loud! How hard should it be?

But nothing seemed to work so Handsome remained loose.

Days passed. And I remained confused. Why wouldn’t he come? He always got so close but then whenever it seemed like I would reach out for him, would dart off in another direction.

One day went by. Then another. Then another.

Well, when I had given up hope of ever catching him, something miraculous happened: Midnight the Wonder Cat. Midnight cat has a thing for dogs and for some reason or another, they seem to have a thing for him. His best friend is a german shepherd and he routinely hangs out in the dog lot. Whenever we bring a sled dog inside he immediately goes up to it. For a long time I wondered about the expression curiosity killed the cat but now, I know. He is not shy whatsoever. See, look how he just helps himself to the dogs’ food.

So Midnight goes out to the doglot and Handsome immediately runs over and barks at him. They’d met earlier in the week and at one point I even caught them cuddled on the couch together — not a rarity with this cat. Midnight ran playfully around Handsome. There was no aggression. No sign of dog chasing cat or cat chasing dog, just playful gestures back and forth for about a half hour.

But eventually, Midnight decided it was time to go in. He came to do the door (I’d been watching this from inside) and I let him in. Much to my disbelief, Handsome followed Midnight not only inside but right up onto the couch to curl up with him. Quietly seated next to the cat, I easily snapped a leash onto Handsome who paid me no attention.

Handsome is still living inside. It’s clear he needs more time to learn how to trust us. For now, he’s happy snuggled up next to the coolest cat I’ve ever known.

Remembering Bode

Sarah · November 16, 2013 ·

This is not a post I want to write but not writing it, I feel, would be a great disservice to a wonderful dog taken all too soon from us. On Monday night,  our dog Bode unexpectedly passed away. I don’t think I have ever been so stunned. For a long time, I simply held his lifeless form and wept hysterically.  Bode didn’t eat his morning meal that day — but this is not unusual behavior when a bug is going around a kennel; I had several dogs who didn’t eat that day. Still, he seemed a little bit sluggish so I spoke with our vet when I went in to check on Flo and described his symptoms. We decided to give Bode the same antibiotics that I was using to treat my other ill dog at home, Grace.  Flo continued to stay at the vet’s to be monitored as she was very weak. If Bode wasn’t back to himself the next day, I would take him in for further evaluation.

If only I had known…

Words cannot describe the sense of loss Travis and I currently feel. I last was with Bode at about 6:30 pm. I’d been working downstairs on our indoor dogbox. He had moved around the basement several times before finding a spot to lie down. He did not seem like he was about to die. When I went down to check on him after eating dinner at 8:30, he was gone. I still can’t believe it. We have not lost a young dog before and to have this sassy playful dog snatched from us so early in his life seems incredibly wrong and a gross injustice.

Bode was born this past February. His father Joe is the beloved cheerleader of our team and Mama B. a quirky surefooted female who we were sad could not race last season due to the fact that she was rearing pups. We had the litter inside the house for almost 10 weeks and grew very fond of the three dogs: Bode, Teddy, and Fergie. But Bodie always stood out from his sibblings.

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Once Bode was old enough to bark, it seemed, he never stopped barking. He is the loudest dog I have ever met. I keep going back to this idea I heard a few years ago: You only have so many heartbeats…… I know it doesn’t make sense but I keep thinking,  does a dog only have so many woofs and barks?

I know that probably sounds stupid but my heart aches so deeply and I struggle to make some sort of sense of this terrible situation.

I often wish I could have taught Bode to be silent for at least five minutes but now the dog yard, without his endless yipping and yapping, seems too quiet: adjusting has been hard.

We have had several other dogs in the kennel who have been sick recently. Flo, another puppy, was hospitalized last Friday due to dehydration caused from uncontrollable diarrhea. I take comfort, though not much, in the fact that she and our other dogs have gotten well and the fact that our vet has said that we have done everything we could for our dogs, including Bode. 

 Still, we are left with the question: Why Bode?

It’s been tougher dealing with this reality with Travis gone. He is  training out on the middle of the Denali Highway, hundreds of miles from here with little to no phone service. When I told him the news on Tuesday morning he was in disbelief. And to be truthful, I was too. Honestly, I think I still am.

Travis kept asking me if I needed him to come home. How badly I think we both wanted for me to say yes! However in no way would that have benefitted our kennel. We were not yet sure if the antibiotics we were giving were working and the last thing I wanted was our race team to get sick incase the bug was contagious.

So Travis stayed North and has continued working with his race team. I know these training miles have been particularly tough on him. The lone quiet of the trail can truly make your heart ache especially when something as heavy as this weighs upon it. “He was my favorite,” Travis confessed later. “I know we are not supposed to have favorites, but he was my favorite dog back home.” And how could he not have been with his energetic, happy-go-lucky, loud mouth personality?

It is always hard to lose the dogs we love, harder when they are taken too soon, and still even more difficult when we are left with nagging questions: What could I have done differently?  Where did this bug come from?

Still, I have been told that I could have done  nothing differently. And it is true that I always acted with my best judgement. The swiftness with which he died, my musher friends have told me, must have meant that he had other undetectable health issues that we never could have known about. His mother did not pass her EKG in 2010 for Iditarod but at the time it was thought that it was due to the fact that she had been ill as she has passed it since. Perhaps Bodie had some sort of genetic disease or mutation which made him more susceptible or weak that he possible inherited.  I do not know. All I know is that he was my dog and that I loved him dearly…

I think there are many lessons that as young mushers we must learn. Grief is one of these lessons and loss, of course, too. Knowing that these things happen does not make it easy. We all know that we will (hopefully) outlive our dogs but we love them anyway.  We give our dogs our whole heart knowing full well that one day they will leave us.

I will never forget Bodie. I just wish I could have got to know him longer… As Dee Dee Jonrowe once said the only flaw with dogs is that they don’t live long enough…

On a positive note, everyone is feeling better. Today we had our first play day in awhile and it was clear the dogs were feeling good. I took comfort watching them run loose and play together.  I couldn’t help but feel that even though I couldn’t see Bode that he was somehow still there, running wild…

Bode is remembered in our kennel by his parents, Joe & Mama B, and by his siblings, Teddy & Fergie. He is also remembered by the dog box we are building indoors as he was the first dog to test it out.

Rest in peace Bode and keep us safe on the trail…

Fall Projects

Sarah · October 12, 2013 ·

The days go by — sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The leaves have all but disappeared off the trees in our dog lot and we are slowly preparing for winter. We spend long hours outside, splitting and cutting wood. It is a slow, monotonous task punctuated by the good friends and family who come to join us. The stack of wood ready to burn is now growing ever bigger. At night, we burn it and the house gets so hot you need to wear shorts; it isn’t even this warm in the summer.  There is  strange paradox of seasons for us mushers. Summer is our hibernation where we spend every waking moment at work, fall the long, bleary eyed wake up period where we prepare ourselves and then winter: fast-paced, day by day, doing what we love.

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We have had family to visit too: Travis’ aunt Janell and his uncle Dwayne, who have helped us prepare for our busy season of racing. We repainted our kitchen red (see below)and have begun organizing our basement. We can’t do everything and at some point that part of the house became a collection spot for any belonging not having an official home. In our house, that means just about everything. The worst part is you can never seem to find what you need in all the chaos. But…slowly, we are improving.

My office is coming along slowly but surely and I enjoy looking out the window into the dog lot. Today, the boys are working out in it. We’ve ordered gravel and a bob cat.  The dog lot is a never ending project. I think we are hoping that with enough dirt we won’t ever flood again. Travis and I  both cringe when we see more than 3 days of rain in a row which is, unfortunately, all too common in Seward.

Mostly, the weather has been good and we have been fortunate to enjoy such a lovely fall.

 

Fall Training Update from Willow

Sarah · October 2, 2013 ·

The calls are few and far between from Travis, so I know things are going well and he is having fun. The dogs, he said, are enjoying the trails which are mostly soft clay. “Good for their feet,” he told me. “I can run them further.” Fall Training in Willow He’s been putting on longer mileage, slowly taking the dogs further and further. It sounds like he’s camped quite a bit and has run in to many other mushers out on the trails. That’s the nice thing about Willow known as “the dog mushing capital of the world” there are mushers everywhere. It’s fun running down the trails and passing other teams rather than just passing cars. They’ve mostly been running at night, using the lights of the four wheeler and a head lamp to light the way. The weather is still pretty warm and with the longer runs he’s been doing it doesn’t do the dogs any good to run them during the heat of the day. These pictures look like they were taken early evening on a somewhat rainy day. I’ve had a few calls around 10:00pm just before he heads out to run though. I hope the weather there is as nice as it has been in Seward! Mostly, It sounds like it’s going well. When he isn’t running dogs he’s been visiting with friends in the area, no doubt talking dogs and the upcoming race season. And that’s how things go. One run and then another and then another.   Back at home I’ve been staying busy catching up on projects. I finished painting our living room which I started during Iditarod and also somehow found time to paint my office. It’s amazing what a little bit of color can do to a room. The puppies have enjoyed plenty of play time too. It’s been fun letting all the dogs here run loose for an hour or so each day. Anyways, back to work for me!

A Day at Turning Heads Kennel in Pictures

Sarah · September 30, 2013 ·

  A picture is worth a thousand words. I apologize in advance. I didn’t take pictures very regularly and often times started a project and forgot to show a finishing picture. Whoops! The things you learn…Anyways, without further delay…

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In the morning when Travis is gone, I wake to Max. He never goes on the bed with me while I am awake but always climbs on after I’m asleep. Strangely, he never wakes me although our bed sits maybe 3.5 feet high.

Max, sleeping on my bed.   I also wake to this handsome fellow. Although he does not like having his picture taken. Usually he is either cuddled in my arms like some weird alive teddy bear or he is cuddled up with Max. Midnight is a strange cat and so is his girlfriend Noon. Don’t worry Cat Tales: Stories Of Cats in Dog Land is going to be a series of blog posts when I can get around to writing it. You won’t believe half the stuff I tell you though. Fact really is stranger than fiction.   In the morning when I wake up it’s sunny so I go outside. We have four puppies: Bruce, Marlow, Flo, and Aldawin  who I need to tie up. Bruce is very, very unhappy with this decision. Growing up sucks Bruce, believe me, I know! At least you have someone who brings you dinner and cleans up after you.  The pained look on his face is nowhere near as bad as the pained look on my face…this dog sounds like nails on a chalk board. If he tried out for American Idol they would show his video because it’s hard to imagine a sound like that actually existing. Yes, it’s that bad…he is very cute though! After I tie them up, I let my younger puppies loose to play. The little puppies come over to say hi to Bruce. Bruce got to run loose shortly after this and play too. I had all the dogs loose. It was great! Bruce is pretty popular. Marlow! He’s so happy. That’s Posey (TBD) playing with him. Max is always a crowd favorite.   Travis calls at this point and tells me that their are fish. Great. I end up putting the puppies away (they protest) and heading out. We’ve been getting fish recently from the Bear Creek Fish Weir and the Cook Inlet Aquaculture Association. They routinely help us fill our freezers and our dogs bellies with salmon. In return, we do our best to help them. Here are some pictures of us at work, gathering and freezing fish from the weir. We would like to thank both Cook Inlet Aquaculture Association and Resurrection Bay Seafoods for their help. We rely on these fish to help lower our food costs and as valuable food for the dogs throughout training and racing. Many of these fish will be cut up and sent out in our Iditarod drop bags as they are one of the dogs most favorite snacks. The salmon start off in this holding pen and are then taken out and are used for SCIENCE. When we get the fish, they are fresh out of the water. Sometimes they’ve been cut open. They are slimy. They are stinky. And you have to throw them. The tote below holds 197 fish. I know because we have to count them. The Weir writes us a ticket for the fish in case we get pulled over by Fish and Game. Also big thank you to Adventure 60 North  and Rick Brown for letting me use their truck while ours is up in Willow! It was fun driving an old ford stick shift. You can see the fish below have been cut open. They were used to make baby salmon. They take the males and females, fertilize the eggs and then bring them to different hatcheries. They also have to check their kidneys to make sure they don’t carry a genetic disease that can be lethal to the young fry (what baby salmon are called). You can see that I have an empty tote in my truck. Unfortunately, the only way to move the fish is by hand. So I put on fish gloves and start huckin. It’s not long before I am knee deep in fish slime. The worse part is the closer you get to finishing the slimier you get because you have to reach in over the sides of the tote. It is pretty gross. It is daunting work. I come home to find the dogs relaxing in the sun, a tote of smelly fish in the back of the truck. They are not able to freeze them right away at RBS. The puppies are happy to see me, though I wake them from a very cute nap. And no, not all these puppies are from the same mom. They were born within 3 days of each other however and I like my dogs well socialized. Eep more fish! I had to go to RBS to drop them off for freezing…and you know what that means? Slime Fest 2.0! We have to take the fish and put them on trays to freeze. We freeze each fish individually. Pretty nice. It makes chopping them into snacks for the dogs a breeze! Then we have to take some of our already froze fish home…to do that we need a big box!   We take all the frozen fish and put them in the box we made:   That’s Kris, Travis’ brother-in-law. Without him it would be really hard to do this! His cousin Andrew is also a huge help. It really helps lower our dog food costs! Then we take the big box home:   And then we get home and Sarah realizes there is no room. Anywhere…and I spend the whole day cutting fish up so I can fit it all in the freezer. Cut up fish takes up way less space then whole fish. A big thank you to Ian Beals, Travis’ younger brother, for coming over and helping me. Together, we probably cut up some 700 or 800 pounds worth of fish. Intense! What’s crazy is if I were to take a picture of my day tomorrow it would look NOTHING like today. I wasn’t very good at taking pictures at regular intervals. Maybe Next time I’ll do that…but I’m more of a writer anyways.      

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