Spring in the Yukon means mud, mud and more mud. Right now we have a lovely combination of mud and slushy, soft, "break your ankle" kind of snow on the trails. So we've been sticking to the main road through the subdivision. Road might be a bit of a stretch for readers from Outside!
This is what's left of our sled trail out of the yard.
This is walking along the road. It's still pretty! Those two houses are ridiculously close together--built by brothers who no longer speak to each other and neither of whom live in there anymore! There is something to be said for a little distance from your family! Sometimes Saskatchewan to the Yukon is a little too far, but at least we are all still on speaking terms!
Technically this is a lousy picture, but I just love the happy expression on Bandit's face.
He is a joy to walk on leash. Bandit has typical husky recall. He'd be halfway to Nome if I let him off leash. He used to be a sled dog, but not a very good one. Pulling always kinda escaped him. Why work if the other dogs will do it for you? He always liked to tag along, but he never did much actual work. He has self-retired now and didn't even pretend he wanted to be a working dog this winter. His lousy work ethic does make him nice and easy to handle on lead though!
The chaos that greets me everytime I come home, even if I've only been gone for an hour!