Digging Pays Off For Smuckers
A lot to be said for digging, of course.
http://www.denverpost.com/news/ci_27810428/purple-heart-returned-family-ceremony-by-dog-who
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7:50 am on March 31st, 2015
Smuckers, who’s a good dog? Interesting article. Wonder how the medal got buried in a yard 4 blocks from the man’s home. Nice of the guys to get it back to the family.
We missed some hot news on the blog last night. ML, we want more details!
8:00 am on March 31st, 2015
Good morning, B&M&L and everyone! Great story, happy ending, good looking 4 legger. Smucker is an excavator extraordinaire. Sunny right now but maybe boomers later. Toddler Tuesday so mom’s off to the library (or her rocker). ML, you sly dog you!
Have a treat filled Tuesday, all.
8:24 am on March 31st, 2015
Chet, You are up early this morning with Big News from the Nation Within. All about Digging and Treasures.
As Siber-H always says…Digging pays off…Smuckers has proven it!
Barb,Magpie,Lucy: Yes, We read the news about Macy’s Mom last night too and are eagerly waiting for details.
The Hounds have called it…it will be Treat Filled Tuesday.
So where is/are mine?
8:38 am on March 31st, 2015
First question for Macy’s mama is where did you meet? Work, church, blind date thru a friend? Hope it wan’t an on line dating service. I know, I’m old fashioned, but I am not fond of those.
Second question is where are you going? Dinner, lunch, coffee or drinks?
Third question – how about a little bio on the guy? Last night was such a tease.
Off to work. Today is my 1st anniversary on the job. Time goes by so quickly.
9:57 am on March 31st, 2015
Well done Smuckers.
Good morning all.
10:09 am on March 31st, 2015
Neat Google Doodle today on the 126th anniversary of the opening of the Eiffel Tower.
10:25 am on March 31st, 2015
Morning all. Still soooo cold here. Just a long, strange winter and we are so ready for it to start warming up.
Maybe a treat will help.
11:03 am on March 31st, 2015
11:04 am on March 31st, 2015
Super Husky – Walk On Water: http://www.ephotozine.com/article/photographer-captures-huskies–walking-on-water–27250
11:24 am on March 31st, 2015
Good moning! We just now got caught up on last night’s posts. Thank you AJ, for Installment #2, and for your perspective on Phil’s race.
ML! WooHooo! Good for you. And we do know friends who used online services that worked well, so if you did, you have our blessings, like you need them :).
11:34 am on March 31st, 2015
ML it’s not that we are nosey, just think of us as your loving, caring and NOSEY family.
BSD and Masquers, we loved the Siberians walking on water!
Moon is waxing but the toddlers were acting like a full moon
12:22 pm on March 31st, 2015
Know this might be a bit blurry but check out the 2 “black Canadians” in this foto. Both think mom’s lap is just for her.
12:34 pm on March 31st, 2015
OK, Howlers, you are more modern than Barb. ML has our blessings too.
12:40 pm on March 31st, 2015
We are so excited. Mom is sitting in line waiting to have her car smog checked. Who would have thought that on a Tuesday at lunch hour it would be such a zoo.
Oh well here we go.
1:10 pm on March 31st, 2015
We have a question for AJ. It seems to us sittting on our loveseat and hassock and recliner, that the Quest organizers are way better organized than ITC is. Is that true? And have you given any consiideration to running that instead of the Iditarod?
1:53 pm on March 31st, 2015
From a Walk Down Memory Lane, August 18, 2011:
A post by Snowhook Bella:
Winter Carnival: A Short Thank Story
“Ready!” Two of three harnessed dogs stood at the ready, leaning forward as if in the starting blocks in a track meet. The third dog looked at his neighbor, over his shoulder at the musher standing on the runners of the dog sled, again at his neighbor and then followed suit. The familiarity of his neighbor clad in a colorful dog jacket did not go unnoticed, yet he must concentrate on the task at hand. It was the Lead Dog Competition in the Winter Festival and he was eager, if not a bit nervous to navigate around a course of barrels in a specific order with the team. For all his confidence his uncertainty came from the unknown. It was his first time running with the Team Snowhook. Annabelle, was in the single lead position. He liked her and trusted her, to say nothing of that sassy gait of hers.
The third dog, smaller than the rest of the team stood still, leaning forward, his ears perked—perked in theory if not practice, his were not the brand of ears that stood at attention. Facing forward he forced his game face, not much different than his everyday face and waited. What’s taking so long? I want to go now! Now! Now! The musher bent and pulled the sharp tined snowhook from the snow and secured it in the holster. Time! This must be time! “Let’s go!” the calm, low voice called.
With head and tails low, two of the three dogs began to run like a track stars spurred out of their starting blocks. This was not a race just about speed—it was also about smarts, but as the long legs of the dogs began to move like pistons the sled began gliding across the snow. Fast, then faster. Nearest the sled in wheel position, the third dog fell behind the pace of the team with the first tug of the line. Yeep!
The stature of the newest team member was not made for the Lead Dog Competition. The musher bent his six foot four inch frame low. His long arm hung slack. Relaxed and in his element he would not over think his natural instincts. His bare fingers moved along the keys of an invisible piano. Yeep! Yeep!
The timing had to be right. Too early and he might lose balance, too late and, well he would not think about too late. The time had come. “Got you, bud,” he affirmed as his relaxed fingers slid under the back of the dog jacket and seized the webbing on the harness. “Oomph,” as he began to lift the newest member of the team he realized that appearances, especially in this case were deceiving. This dog may be shorter than the rest, but he was solid. The legs of the small dog did not stop running as he was lifted from the ground. Down! Down! On solid ground! Rising from the bent position, this time with cargo, the musher straightened and placed the pug atop the sled bag. “I could use a little help with navigation.”
The pug turned to look at the musher. He cleared his thoughts with a ‘snort’—that always seemed to do the trick, that and a Zinger. It would be like leading an orchestra from behind. I like it.—Snort. Snuffle. Wheeze.
“Haw,” the low voice commanded. Before he finished speaking the short word, Annabelle turned the team to the left, around the first barrel. Rio watched as they neared the next barrel, this time a, “Gee,” and Annabelle led the team, now just a team of two to the right.
Finding secure footing and a padded section gentle on his puggish posterior, he settled and began to focus on his new role in the team. Hood ornament, a position so rare in the sport of dog sledding that it is not frequently mentioned in mushing circles, seemed to fit the pug.
Another haw occurred while Rio settled himself. He scanned the course. The next command would need to steer the team to the right, around the barrel. In his excitement he yeeped a ‘yeep’ instead of a ‘gee.’ Yeep! Yeep!
Each in his own way, they commanded the team simultaneously. “Gee,” AJ’s low voice called for the second time.
Yeep! AJ, yeep is the new gee! Wheeze.
The team of two continued to gee and haw around this barrel and that. Rio admired Annabelle. Her slim physique, her slender tail, and those bronze eyes—from his current angel, he could not see her eyes, but he remembered them. Surveying the team, his team he looked at his once running mate. His tail was thicker, his fur longer and a deeper strawberry blond than Annabelle’s fur. Other than tip and tail it was difficult to see the rest of the racer, clad as he was in a colorful dog jacket. Too many colors for my color blind eyes! Sniff!
The crowd chattered over the commands. Some in the crowd called the opposite command as the team neared a barrel, a ‘gee’ when it should be a ‘haw.’ Rio wondered if the team would hear the commands over the noise, yet Annabelle seemed always to hear AJ’s low voice. Speak up, man! Up! Up! Up! Annabelle was something, the pug had to admit.
This is louder than the ‘hey, batter, batter’ chatter at the Rockies game! Snort.,
“Couldn’t be. The Rockies don’t play tonight,” the words reached Rio from his former running mate. He would recognize the baritone anywhere, but here, in the cold, wilds of Alaska?
“Special Agent Wookie? Is that you?” Wheeze.
As he concentrated on the upcoming barrel, this time a ‘haw’ Wookie smiled a smile that has been with him since his young table dancing days. “You think your friend would let you leave the yard alone?”
Why hadn’t he noticed his friend earlier, Rio wondered. Then he remember the starting line jitters—nerves had a way of blurring life sometimes and the pug was no different. He had watched the team of two navigate around the barrels despite the best efforts of the crowd to distract them and Wookie had done well. He had to ask, “Wookster, where did you learn to be sled dog?”
“Ipaw.” The Golden Retriever was short on words as they sped toward the finish line.
As the sled slowed, Rio hopped from the sled to the snow, his paws protected by his booties. The booties matched the dog jacket that his friend made him wear—not all black like AJ wore, but a jacket made last minute by Rebecca and as a result had been made with fleece from the clearance rack, fleece with a feline print. Kats! I’m going to speak to my friend about this! Snort! The team was greeted with open arms at the finish line.
Rio’s indignation was forgotten as he received an ear scratch from his friend. He watched as Wookie received a tummy from his mom and dad, and AJ lifted Annabelle in his arms and Rebecca gave a kiss to both. As the two leggeds took pictures, laughed and gave their own brand of attention to each of the dogs, Rio finally took a good look at his friend.
Wookie…wheeze… are those chickens on your dog jacket?
***
Dedicated to Commander Rio and Special Agent Wookie. Thank you for your services as Auction Central.
1:57 pm on March 31st, 2015
Good morning all,
I think I can finish this today…. The third installment of the race…
If I remember right we had just wrapped things up in Huslia and started off for another -60 degree run through the night to Koyukuk. This section of travel covers more swamp, rivers, and more river travel. Beautiful and remote this area sees very little traffic throughout the year and was really an experience in back country travel. Reaching Koyukuk in the morning hours it was good to take a break in the sunlight and increasingly warming temperatures. In fact, on this day we went from -60 to 20 above.
leaving this check point we started off on the last of the 300 plus river miles this trip had planned for us. Unfortunately, the trail was over a foot deep with churned up snow and I could tell the dogs were discouraged by it. Being troopers that they are they kept going but I wondered how much more they would take.
After hours or days it seemed we reached Kaltag and said goodbye to river travel. With a good break and discovering we weren’t too far behind the front pack we took off not necessarily with gusto but strength. I had hoped to make long runs from here and catch up but 50 miles of completely drifted over trails with nothing but continuous trail breaking changed all that.
Slowly we made our way through to Old Woman cabin and it was there I knew we would just have to get a healthy and happy team to Nome. It was frustrating to have trained for one type of race all season, work on hill training, strength and speed only to have it thwarted by monotonous slow river trails and deep drifted trails everywhere else. It was like planning for a trip to Paris only to have the plane arrive somewhere else. All you can do is embrace the change and adapt as necessary.
And adapt we did. At least in slow fashion. The dogs made it through difficult and hard terrain and did so without complaint. They finally made it to Unalakleet and it was here that I found they still had more to give. Going up the blueberry hills the team which had been slow and plodding suddenly started running at top speed up these steep hills. Barking and yipping they ran uphill for about a mile. Coming around a corner they found the scent of what excited them. A fat tire biker had been making her own way up and they scented her out. Unfortunately at finding her they decided to go back to methodical marching once their curiosity was sated.
As we were at the top of the hills I wasn’t going to complain. Under a warm blue bird day we made the last run into Shaktoolik for the first time on the regular trail. Usually I’ve been blown all over on everything but the marked trail going in there under storm conditions. Greeted by a long time trapper friend from Lime, Alaska he helped park my team, we chatted about the year and then he said, “as soon as you can get out of here, there’s a big storm coming”.
Four hours later I took off onto the sea ice and found within 100 yards of leaving the check point more drifted snow covering the trail. Mile after mile we went and though I felt I was making progress every time I turned around I could still see Shaktoolik. To solve this problem I just quit turning around. Into the storm we went.
About three hours into the run I came across a team parked in the middle of the trail. As I was fairly hallucinating at this point it looked to me like someone had parked a truck in the trail way off in the distance. Suddenly I was on the team and realized it was a sled with someone in their sleeping bag. I came to a stop as all twelve dogs started jumping up and down on Charlie Benja in his sleeping bag.
His team had shut down and was being drifted over with snow. Rousing Charlie up I took a chance by stopping my team long enough to get Charlie’s team to chase my own and get them moving out of the storm. Charlie was moving slowly and I worried my own team would shut down. In the middle of the sea ice and in the storm I went to my dogs and started playing with them to ease their worries while Charlie got his team up.
Finally he was ready and we took off with his team chasing ours. Mae was in lead and never once faltered as we went across through this storm. She amazes me.
We went across the ice at night and here’s the discouraging thing. Once you get in the lee side of the bay the wind died down a little and you could see Koyuk. I didn’t know though that you can see Koyuk for three hours before you reach it. On a perfectly flat plain, darkness on all sides of you, it makes you feel like you are standing still.
Coming into Koyuk at last I knew that picking up Charlie and making that run had pushed one of the last buttons I had left with the team. Everything combined had created a team that needed to be re-energized with a long rest. Now that we were on the other side of the storm we figured that no-one would be coming across the sound for hours and we might as well recover the teams. It turns out that teams back in Shaktoolik would be stuck there by the storm for up to 30 hours.
2:08 pm on March 31st, 2015
Two Snowhook’s, back to back. Then and now.
2:28 pm on March 31st, 2015
We are sooooo proud of our giant and the Snowhook team. Seems that they take forgranted whatever Mother Nature pitches at them. Who is a good team? Snowhook!
2:32 pm on March 31st, 2015
We rested in Koyuk for twelve hours. I would feed the team, sleep and watch to see what their attitude was like each time I checked on them. After those twelve hours they all popped their heads up and I decided it was time to go. Before I could get out of there though I noticed Dee Dee was still booting her dogs. She was struggling with her hands as they had been badly frostbitten. She also was emotionally compromised and so I spent a few minutes helping her booty her team. When she was almost ready to go Charlie and I tried to zip up her sled bag. It was like trying to put Wal Mart into a bag. So we did the best we could and off she went.
Following an hour later my team moved out well but immediately began breaking trail again through the drifts and over the hills. Immediately they began their methodical march and all I could do was push along as best as we could.
Once you go over the hills in this area though you are really exposed to wind when it’s going. When we left Koyuk you could see a wall of white over the sound and a wall of white ahead of us. We knew it would be intense. When we moved into the blow hole it hit us like a truck. You could just make out the maker in front of you and you went straight for it. Then move onto the next. It was miles of this type of wind and snow with Mae leading once again for most of it.
It was during this time I thought I would burn the team out crossing this area. When we lost the marker and I stood at the front of the team looking for the next one I thought they would all curl into balls and wait out the storm. Abe and Rio kept all entertained with deciding this moment would be a good one to try to mount the females next to them. And so on we went to the other side of the valley.
Reaching the other side is an interesting experience. You are in ferocious wind and then you’re not. You can stand up, take a look around and suddenly you’re in Elim. We rested there just long enough for the team to recover and we took off over the last hills.
Charlie left before me by about an hour. I was surprised to catch him in the hills until I remembered this is what they had trained for. The trails were slow but we moved steadily. The team at last had remembered where it was and they were determined to get to White Mountain. We ended up beating Charlie there by about an hour. Though it was now the last run of the race I felt like I had my team back. We were going to finish happy and strong.
I should mention that there was only a handful of us at these check points. The storm had separated us on both ends and we all enjoyed a window in the race and in the check points to breath a little.
Now all the remained was an eight hour mandatory break and one last run of the race. Enjoying a little sleep, good company and anticipating a good run we left White Mountain in good spirits. The team moved out strongly and for a change we had no problems all the way into Nome. They even ran up Cape Nome.
I took some time a couple of miles out to play with the dogs, chat with some friends who had come out to wish us well and enjoy the last miles of the race.
Coming into Nome, the team saw Rebecca and this time unlike last year went straight for the burled arch. All along the way people called out welcomes and complimented the team on how good they looked.
And so, with a kiss to Rebecca I then hoisted Mae up to the arch to close out this race. I am very proud of this team.
Epilogue:
This race wasn’t what I had trained for or hoped for. The deck of cards got reshuffled at the last minute and all we could do was make the best of our situation. This race was tough on the team mentally unlike the more physical demands of last year’s race and it has left me feeling both proud of the team and also discouraged by my own abilities.
As I said before the dogs are only the result of what I do for them in training and it has been frustrating to not be able to get them to the next tier in placements. Dan Kaduce and I talked about this feeling last year and he said something that has stayed with me. “We just don’t want to put our dogs in a negative attitude and push them that hard.”
This is true, I don’t want to compromise the health of one of our dogs just to further my own goals. This year I felt that was the choice and so I went with health over pushing too hard. This may be the choice I have to make every time.
There are some take aways from this year’s race though that may change all this. There are new trends in running this race where drivers are pulling trailers behind their sleds where they carry up to 6 dogs at a time and rotate dogs in and out of their teams. We are going to train this way in the future to help ensure a fresh energy in the team as we go along.
This year also changed my perspective on running long distance. I found that I
2:38 pm on March 31st, 2015
Smuckers is a good dog! I am glad the medal was returned to the family. Siber-H would not have noticed it was there and simply kept on digging.
AJ, Thank you for the trail stories. It wasn’t easy, but you are so in tune with your dogs, you and the dogs got each other to Nome.
Mollypop’s Mom, Thank you for another treasured memory.
2:43 pm on March 31st, 2015
I found that I was able to go further myself this year with less sleep and a better attitude. Key elements to successfully running and managing a happy team. And of course the sled technology has changed dramatically. We are going to explore a new range of gadgets for the sled to make it easier for the dogs.
All in all, this was a great learning experience all around despite not getting the cards we wanted.
What does this mean moving forward? Snowhook Kennel would like to give Iditarod one more go. The quality of the team has improved dramatically this year and they could be something great. We would also like to try the Wyoming Stage Stop Race in February. For those of you who have never heard of this type of race, you travel 50 – 60 miles a day throughout Wyoming and Utah driving to a new race venue each day for eight days. It’s a very fan friendly race. It’s a speed race run by sprint kennels but we feel it would be good for the team to stretch their legs a little.
As you all have been our primary sponsors and supporters I feel it would be remiss of us not to ask if you all would like to go through this one more year with us?
Thank you for all that you have done over the years. We indeed count ourselves very lucky to have you all in our corner.
See you down the trail aways.
AJ
2:44 pm on March 31st, 2015
Bear and Masquers, Thank you for the beautiful Siber pictures!
Those photos are remarkable.
You know who would not have put one paw on that thawing lake.
3:42 pm on March 31st, 2015
AJ: I’d like to see Snowhook do another Iditarod. The Wyoming Stage Race sounds like fun. Thank you for the stories about this year’s race.
3:47 pm on March 31st, 2015
AJ, Mom would really like to see Snowhook do at least 1 more race. She wants to see you race in person. Chances are that next year will be the best year for that to happen. So…
Keep mushing!!!!
4:24 pm on March 31st, 2015
AJ, it is your choice. If’n the HOunds have any influence, we would love to be part of one more Iditarod. The Wyoming race, heck, could be great.
4:24 pm on March 31st, 2015
Thank you MPM and AJ for those reports. Always fun to go back and read the old stories.
I thought the pictures of the dogs walking on water were very cool, although I wondered if the ice was melting, were they in any danger?
4:44 pm on March 31st, 2015
We say yes! AJ, you have opened doors for us that we didn’t know existed. Thank you for sharing your story, and next year we will be in a position to help out even more!
(By the way, mom lost her ipad. I mean, she didn’t really lose it. Somehow it disappeared. Gone, without a single trace. It was in a locked car and then it wasn’t. Such a mystery! So that is why we have been off line.)
4:59 pm on March 31st, 2015
Wolfie, sorry about your cat’s a$$trophy. At least we know where caca is going!
5:39 pm on March 31st, 2015
Wolfie – good to hear your gentle voice back among us. We have missed you.
AJ – ok, lets be honest. As Corgis, we think your desire to travel 1000 miles in snow, ice, and wind, working yourself to exhaustion, braving incredibly cold temperatures and physical challenges, AND paying huge amounts of money to do so is just NUTS.
That said, we know this is your dream. So, as long as there are Snowhook auctions, mercantiles, and checkpoint donations, we will be a part of it all. Its good to have a dream.
5:53 pm on March 31st, 2015
This IS trust! 🙂
5:55 pm on March 31st, 2015
What do you mean. “I don’t look like Jem?”
5:56 pm on March 31st, 2015
Close to a D D!
6:53 pm on March 31st, 2015
AJ – One More Year! Onward Snowhook. The Wyoming Stage Race sounds like a fun time.
Thinking of Linus and his family.
8:06 pm on March 31st, 2015
Thank you for the good trail stories, AJ. We knew it! All of us thought you rescued Charlie Benja out there on the sea ice. We were following along on the tracker.
We would not stand on that ice. Oh no we would not.
Mom just got home. Pop is solving computer issues. So now we must go muck stalls, so they can finally eat dinner. See youse on the flip side.
8:11 pm on March 31st, 2015
Farewell thee well, Linus. You will see your loved ones again, I promise!
The Wyoming Stage Race sounds like fun!
9:11 pm on March 31st, 2015
Nana just finished reading the stories and now she is sitting here sniffling. She gets so emotional about these things.
We can’t begin to tell you how very, Very Proud we are of You & the Dogs, AJ. And we are also proud of our dear SnowBella. We know how hard she works behind the scenes to help make it all possible.
We said it before and we’ll say it again, youse really must write a book.
MP&LLMom: It is so much fun to travel in the Way-Back Machine to way-back-when.
Thank you for doing this for us.
9:13 pm on March 31st, 2015
Here’s the deal. I picked up my laptop to check my e-mail last night when this strange video chat thing that I had never seen popped up, with the name of my high school boyfriend on it. We never could get it to work, but finally went to regular chat, chatted, and voila! lunch on Thursday. Stay tuned.
9:14 pm on March 31st, 2015
ONE!…MORE! I am ALL IN!….Woooooo!
My Hero!…sob!sob!sob!…Charlie you are one lucky dude the Snowhook team came by when they did…snort!
9:15 pm on March 31st, 2015
Wyoming!….Is very close to here indeed!…snort!…Unless it is Northern Wyoming and then it is not close at all…grunt!
9:16 pm on March 31st, 2015
ML!…Be very careful. Very careful indeed….wuffle!
9:18 pm on March 31st, 2015
ML, That sounds like so much fun to meet with your long ago boyfriend. At the very least you can have a lot of “remember when” time. I am glad for you.
Rio, we all were pretty sure that is what happened out there on the ice. We know our favorite musher!
9:35 pm on March 31st, 2015
Mom is stuck at work until probably midnight or later. She is very worried about Linus. She really wants to be with him at this time. But she did say her special good bye again to him this morning and gave him a message for Dad. The next door neighbor came over and gave that dog a walk so he’s okay until later. But really, Midnight??????
9:36 pm on March 31st, 2015
Hey!…Everyone go to the Wyoming Race Staged thing and then come on over to my house…snort!snort!…oh wait, maybe I better clear this with someone besides Beau who is all for it…heh!heh!
9:37 pm on March 31st, 2015
BooBear!….Really? Midnight?…gag!…You have mouths to feed, remember. They are Kat-Mouths, but they are still mouths…sniff!…Get your skinny butt home girl!…grunt!
9:41 pm on March 31st, 2015
Rio, I did that already. I could be at the finish with two airplane flights instead of three to Alaska.
9:45 pm on March 31st, 2015
ML, this sounds like it could be really wonderful and a bunch of fun. But Rio is right, too, be careful.
Our thoughts are with Linus tonight.
9:45 pm on March 31st, 2015
ML, this sounds like it could be really wonderful and a bunch of fun. But Rio is right, too, be careful.
Our thoughts are with Linus tonight.
10:44 pm on March 31st, 2015
BML: Congratulations on your purrfect double D.
ML: An old boyfriend? The fickle finger of fate strikes again. Your visit will be interesting, to say the least.
Linus, Thinking of you and your mom tonight ^..^
10:55 pm on March 31st, 2015
Siber-Maw!…Check your SDD before you hopple off to bed…snort!
11:08 pm on March 31st, 2015
ML – it should be fun getting together with an old friend. Have a good time. You deserve to have a good time.
BooBear’s Mom – work is done. Go home. Prayers for all of you.
Rio – are you planning to build a little cabin in your back yard for all the people who come to that Race? And will you share your hot wings?
11:22 pm on March 31st, 2015
WoooHooo!!! Party at Rio’s Coming Up!! Make Your Reservations Now!
There will be Hot Wings and Green Chili and Bowls of Beer for all.
11:36 pm on March 31st, 2015
Ummmm…!
11:36 pm on March 31st, 2015
10-4 Rio I will check it right now
11:39 pm on March 31st, 2015
Min-Pin: Your Mom will have a Good Time. It is Something nice for her to Look Forward to on Thursday. Dog knows she deserves it.
Don’t know why, but it Feels Like the Weekend…which just happens to be Easter. The way we found out was by invitation to Sunday Dinner at the lake. Something for us to look forward to.
Boo-Bear&Mom: We are Sending Love & Hugs. Linus is not alone.
Time to call it a day. See youse in the AM – Bear
11:48 pm on March 31st, 2015
Rio and Bear and Masquers,
I will SDD you guys tomorrow. I am spaced out on allergy meds tonight. (more spaced out than usual)
We have recently gotten more rain than normal here, and it is causing a lot of people allergy problems this Spring.
Night All
12:11 am on April 1st, 2015
Have a good trip tomorrow, Dawson. Hope you are all packed and ready to take flight.
Good day to LizF and Ruby. Goodnight to the rest of youse.
Rose, Please come home to CTD. We miss you something fierce.
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