Archive for January, 2013

Friend of the Month Reminder


January 31st, 2013 Posted 9:13 am

“Last day of January,” Spence says. “Meaning last chance to be February’s Friend of the Month. All you have to do is send in a photo to the Friends gallery. The random number generator does the rest.”

“That’s it down below,” says Admin.

“In fact a diagram, right?” Spence says. “Because the actual device – East German army surplus, circa 1956 – doesn’t look exactly like that.”

“Due to the fact they ran out of molybdenum,” says Admin. “And had to subsitute something else.”

“Which was?”


“Um. In any case, the winner gets displayed in the place of honor on the right where Macbeth is now, and the winner’s human companion gets a signed and paw-printed copy of A Fistful of Collars.”

“Next year at this time it’ll be The Sound and the Furry.”

“Um. Correct.”

“Just sayin’.”



Seventh Mention Of The Teitelbaum Divorce


January 30th, 2013 Posted 8:14 am

We were back at the movie set, me, Bernie, Leda, and Charlie, all by ourselves in one of the trailers. Leda wore tight jeans, a tight little top, and lots of jewelry. Bernie was dressed like Bernie. I had on my brown leather collar – the black one’s for dress-up, in case that hasn’t come up yet. Charlie wore a sort of cowboy outfit – cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and one of those long duster coats. Bernie had one, hanging in the closet back home, a gift from Mr. Teitelbaum who owned clothing stores, although not as many after the Teitelbaum divorce, a case I’ll never forget. Mrs. Teitelbaum driving that earth mover right through garage where Mr. Teitelbaum kept his antique car collection? And then back the other way? That kind of thing stays in the mind. It was also on that case that I first discovered kosher chicken, proving there’s good in everything; one of my core beliefs. – From A Fistful of Collars

Welcome Izzy, deep-thinking dude, Milkdud.


Red Letter Day


January 29th, 2013 Posted 8:59 am

“Are we proud of our association with Snowhook Kennel or what?” Spence says. “Here’s news from Rebecca about the Northern Lights 300 – “

“Love that name,” says Admin.

” – rewards dinner.”

The awards dinner for the race was Monday evening.  There was the expected—mushers receiving a certificate of completion starting from the last place musher and progressing to the winner, and the telling of humorous tales from the trail.  Then, there was the unexpected.  AJ missed being in the money by one place; the purse paid out to the first four mushers.  What we didn’t know and certainly didn’t expect was that for his fifth place finish, AJ received his entrance fee paid in full for the 2014 Tustumena 200.  Wow!


Yet, now for the truly unexpected and by far the bigger honor.  AJ was presented the Rich Allen ‘For the Love of Dogs’ award for exceptional dog care.  We were stunned.  The dogs’ care has been our priority from our beginning into the sport of mushing, and words can not express how honored and humbled we are with this award.  This isn’t the first time AJ’s received an award of this kind.  In 2011, he received the Humanitarian Award in the Don Bowers Memorial Sled Dog Race which he won that same year as well as the next; the Humanitarian Award was by far the bigger honor than any first place finish. 

Here’s Justin receiving the award, which includes 500 booties.


Congratulations, Correction, Follow-Up


January 28th, 2013 Posted 7:48 am

“First,” Spence says, “congratulations to Snowhook for their great 5th place finish in the Northern Lights 300.”

“Second,” says Admin, “a correction. We messed up yesterday regarding the redoubtable Whitey-Lance – he wasn’t on the team yesterday.”

“But Marco – Whitey-Lance’s son – was,” says Spence. “At least until Justin noticed his wrist might be bothering him and sidelined him for the duration of the race. Here’s a post-race story about Marco from Rebecca. Kind of reminds me of someone we know.”

We waited for the call to tell us Marco, the second of Snowhook’s dropped dogs and son of Whitey-Lance was ready to be picked up after being flown to Willow from the checkpoint where he was dropped.  Marco displayed the signs of a sore wrist on the the trail, and taking no chances, AJ dropped him as soon as possible.

As we dozed off and on throughout the day, both AJ and I trying to catch up on some much needed sleep, we received a call Sunday afternoon.  It wasn’t the call we were expecting.  Instead, we were told Marco was loose on the run way and asked if we could go to to airport to help catch him.  We donned our cold weather gear, fired up the dog truck and headed for the small airport. 
When the volunteers opened the door to the plane, Marco jumped out and over the head of the volunteer, and channeling his father, Snowhook’s infamous wanderer decided to go on a walkabout, running free on the straightaway the runway provided.  When we arrived, he was zigging, zagging and ran into the trees, past a volunteer and sped down a trail.   We followed him in the dog truck.  Now, away from strangers trying to catch him, we parked the dog truck, got out, called his name and he ran straight into AJ’s arms.  After loading our pup in the dog truck, we thanked the volunteers who tried to help and were nervous with worry, and finally headed home.  Marco is a good boy and will make a full recovery. 
Welcome BJ, Bear, resting buddy.

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