Remember my one red dancing shoe? I still have it, but Kristina bought me a new matching set, and I tried them out yesterday while snowshoeing.
You may think snowshoeing is a slow sport, and it is for humans, but I have a trick.
What goes up must come down, right?
We arrive at the crest of the hill and I chill out while Kristina heads down the other side. I wait until she’s at the bottom and I test my new boots a full speed. Here I go..
At the bottom, my feet are going so fast, I run right around Kristina and keep going.
Now I’ll save my red dancing boot for special occasions.
January is here, and Kristina and I are hitting the nordic trails. The first problem…the crowds. Wag, Wag, Wag.
The second problem. Going up hill, Kristina is so slow I have to bury my head in the snow while I wait for her. Can’t say I like the ice chunks in my eyes, but it’s worth cooling my head.
Downhill is a rush, but Kristina says she’s not coordinated enough to take a photo when where going that fast. Maybe she should get a go pro 🙂
Woof Woof
P.S. if you haven’t read DESCENT orBLAZE yet, she’s getting some awesome reviews. Here’s her latest review for DESCENT by Author Judy Penz Sheluk:
A great debut mystery novel! The location of Stone Mountain Ski Resort in British Columbia is so well drawn, I could almost see my breath puff out in the cold, and the protagonist, Kalin Thompson, a rookie head of security, is entirely believable. Add to the mix a sexy boyfriend and an interesting cast of characters and you’ve got yourself a winning combination. Thoroughly enjoyable!
All dogs love to be read out loud to, so if you want to do some reading for your dog, you can get the books at:
Last year I woke up to a houseful of people sitting around in their pajamas opening wrapped boxes. Humans do odd things, but I soon figured out the game.
“Hurry and get up here,” I barked to Murphy. He older than me and a bit slower getting out of bed.
Murphy sauntered into the room. always the cool one, and his eyes lit up. “We get to chew the paper?”
“Just don’t chew anything inside the boxes,” I barked.
We worked together on each box, and then delivered the unwrapped package to the closest human. Giggles and laughter filled the room.
When the play was over, I found an awesome place to relax and take in the scene.
What do I want for Christmas this year? Just presents for Kristina. If you love to read, you could buy yourself or someone else DESCENT or BLAZE. If you’ve already read one or both of them, you could post a review on Amazon. That would really make Kristina smile.
Oh, and if I can rip more paper, that would be fun too.
I’ll see you again in in January 2016! Happy New Year.
The sun rises over the mountain peaks just as I hear a bark. You’d think it was early, but it’s already 10:30. We have short days up north, especially in-between the mountains.
The temp is well below zero. The groomers are getting the runs ready for skiing. And I’m minding my own business.
There it is again. A bark. I don’t smell any humans other than Kristina, so who’s out here alone?
“It’s me, Max,” my neighbour barks.
Clearly, he’s escaped again and is heading our way. Before Kristina can react and send him home, I run.
“I’m coming,” I bark. Kristina, with her humans legs, is slow. I slip around her before she can catch me and head his way.
Max’s owner yells for him to come.
“Ignore him,” I bark.
He glances once in the direction of home, once back at me, and says, “Let’s go.”
Kristina has her phone out. She’s going to tell on Max, but she’s smiling. I know she’ll let us play, and I love to play with Max.
I’m exhausted. I spent the week nordic skiing with my human, Kristina. We covered miles and miles of terrain.
Every morning she says, “Let’s go.”
I run and hide. Why you ask? I don’t really like my booties. They are so NOT cool. Except without them ice sticks between my pads and hurts. So I have to deal with the boots.
Kristina is gentle and makes sure none of my hair gets stuck in the boots’ Velcro. I kiss her ear every time she get’s close enough, and she giggles.
Once we’re outside, she’s slow going uphill, but wow does she rip down hill. I have to run my fastest and can barely keep up. We live in mountainous terrain, so you’re either going up or down. There is no flat. And I love it.
My nose is cold!
The best part. I get home and crash on the couch, where I’m not really allowed, but soft-hearted Kristina can never say no to me. Look how pooped I am. I really needed the pillow I’m never, ever supposed to sleep on.
Grooming day. I love it. I get an hour of my human’s undivided attention. She brushes, and snips and massages me.
She makes a mess, and every time she comments, “Before I finish grooming, there’s another mat.” Like she thinks I’m matting on purpose just to get her to brush me. Wouldn’t that be good?
But why is she cutting my hair when it -15 Celsius? Because if she doesn’t look what happens.
I spent the first 8 weeks of my life I’ve on a farm. There were kids, horses and other dogs. I thought life was grand until…
Darkness hovered. Rain soaked us. Thunder boomed. That should have been an indication life was about to change.
“What’s happening?” Piper barked.
“I don’t know,” I barked back. “Where do you think we’re going?”
Farley and Piper Discuss Options
Before we had a chance to answer our questions, we were scooped up and put in a car. After an hours drive, we sheltered in a bus stop and waited.
In the midst of howling wind and rain drops, my first human passed me to another human and abandoned me. I quivered and whined.
We’re loaded into a different car. The stress of the event had taken its toll. Even though Piper was the smallest dog I’d ever seen, we took comfort in each other. I put my leg around her and whispered, “Everything will be okay.”
Farley and Piper
Two hours later, we arrived at our destination. There were more people and one huge dog. My duty was to protect Piper, but look at the size of Murphy.
Piper Hiding Behind Farley
We held our ground. Murphy sniffed and pranced until we understood he was the boss – and seven years later, he still is.
But life was not all terrifying that day. Look how happy Kristina was to hold me for the first time.
I’m calling it my dancing shoe.
