Sunday, September 18, 2005


We are busy trying to get ready for winter here. We have the new woodstove hooked up, although we still need the rock plate for underneath it. My parents bought it for us in February so it's about time it got put in place!!

I spent all day hauling wood out of Raven's pen. Raven is a little miffed that I took away her toys. She thinks the logs should stay for her to run around on. I also discovered several large tunnels under the logs. Almost broke my ankle when what I thought was a hole turned out to be a very long tunnel. No wonder the dogs in that pen disappear sometimes! They have a tunnel system that rivals the ones Al Capone built in Moose Jaw!!!

Still paddling lots. I had to buy some pogies to keep my hands warm now though--Thanks for the birthday cheque Mom, that's what I bought! Pogies are a type of glove that wraps around the paddle shaft. Keeps your hands very warm even when the air, water and metal paddle shaft are freezing!

Deuce the foster dog is staying for good. Stuart put in his resignation letter at the shelter as there is just too much bullshit going on there. It's no longer worth the aggravation. Deuce can't go back there as the staff would just kill him. Doesn't have an aggressive bone in his body, but he should die because he's active and has a bump on his nose. Well, that's not happening. He's mine. Welcome home, Deucey-loosey!

It's cooling off and I don't have to work tomorrow so maybe a training run will finallly happen again!

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Road trip

No dog training lately. When it's been cool enough, I've had to work or haven't been home. When I've been home it's raining! But my parents were here last weekend and we took a road trip to Dawson City, so I still have pics to post. What a beautiful, if rather long, drive!

Five Finger Rapids on the Yukon River.

Dawson from the Top of the World Highway.

Discovery Claim on Bonanza Creek--the original gold strike up here--the one that started the great Rush of 1898.

The Fox Lake Burn of 1998. Beautiful in an eerie, devastated sort of way.

It was fun to go to Dawson and play tourist! I took more pictures than Mom I think! That never happens! Nice to see the parents too, after a couple cancelled visits earlier this year!

This is how my Mom spent her vacation--cleaning dog noseprints off my picture window. Yes, she knows it's a futile effort, but she does it every time she comes to visit. Sometimes, I leave them there just for her!

Kasha settles in...

Kasha is settling right in here:

She tolerates the other cats if they don't harass her too much.

She's a niphead! She'd be stoned all day if she could find enough nip!

Such a pretty, pretty girl!

Stuart got an email today from Kasha's original owner. At first he thought maybe she wanted her back (not going to happen!), but turns out that she had rehomed Kasha three years ago. Kasha was not happy with the addition of a human baby to the family. She had heard that her second owners left her at the shelter and wanted to make sure Kasha was alright. I called her this afternoon and gave her an update. She seemed to genuinely care about Kasha's well being and relieved to know she is well and loved. I'm going to send her some pictures and she's looking for her old vet records.

She was also able to solve the tail mystery. Kasha's tail is far too short for her big, fluffy body. In 1997 while living in Fort St. John, Kasha was shot with a bb gun. The end of her tail was damaged and had to be amputated. Hence the way too short tail! The shooter missed the rest of her and she's never had any other health problems.

I don't often get to know much about my critters' early life so it is nice to know more about sweetie Kasha.