Savannah Book Festival (Yet Again)
“How was the fest?” Admin says. He puts Spence on speaker.
“Great,” says Spence. “Beautifully organized, friendly, fun. Here’s a question – what do we know about coydogs? Half coyotes, half dogs – one of the kids at Beach High School, where I went on Friday, has one.”
“Not a thing, myself,” Admin says. “I’ll do some digging after breakfast.”
Digging? Half-coyote dogs? The day is shaping up very well.
Tags: coydogs, Savannah Book Fest
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9:29 am on February 19th, 2012
Chet is cracking me up. (Whispering: I don’t think I’d want to run into a coydog.)
Good morning all.
9:37 am on February 19th, 2012
Good morning, B, Chet, and all.
We are all passing around a stomach bug. Mom can’t figure out which of us is sick which time. We aren’t even sure ourselves.
Happy Birthday to Jasper’s mom!
9:38 am on February 19th, 2012
Happy birthday to Jasper’s mom!
9:39 am on February 19th, 2012
Get better soon Howlers.
10:21 am on February 19th, 2012
Happy Birthday, Joyce. Is there a gin and tonic somewhere in the day? Nice that your birthday is on a non-work day.
Saw on the news that Mitt’s Seamus story is front and center again. Seamus has certainly gotten his revenge, no?
Diane Sawyer must have talked about it on the news, and the Dogs Against Rommney picketed at the Westminster. Poor Mitt, that’ll learn em!
Coydogs, not a good thing, imho. There are so many wonderful dog breeds, why would one want to do that?
10:37 am on February 19th, 2012
Good morning, y’all! Mom and Dad are running around like chickens with their heads cut off — sorry Maggie! — trying to get ready to leave. I’d better go help. See y’all in a few days!!!
10:44 am on February 19th, 2012
Oh Dog, OleyHowlers have Pack Puking.
Jasper’s Mom’s Birthday? Oh my.
Interesting. In Western MA, Coydogs are actually what they call coyotes. Except, genetically speaking, they should be known as Coywolves. No dog in them but Eastern Wolf genes are there.
They are quite beautiful. Large (not as large as the Eastern wolf) and wolf like, but definitely don’t want to befriend one.
11:02 am on February 19th, 2012
If wolves and coyotes cross breed in the wild, that is one thing, but breeding for a domestic pet/companion is not the best idea. Years ago Barb knew someone who had one, and she was fine with their pack, and even their small child. She was wary of strangers, and would sort of slink around the perimeter, keeping an eye on you. Owner would not leave you alone with her. She was a coyote-German Shepherd cross I believe. Even with them, she did not have your typical affectionate dog personality but was rather aloof.
11:09 am on February 19th, 2012
Wild means wild as far as I’m concerned.
Another beautiful day though slightly cooler. Will be going for a Walk / Run soon.
11:24 am on February 19th, 2012
About time that we get a chance to say hello.
Does anyone watch Letterman? He does jokes about old Mitt(en head) and Seamus almost every night. His graphics dept has done some very funny stuff of the dog banging on the car window etc Trust us, Seamus is the hero and Mitt boy is the goat.
Coydogs. When coyotes first started being seen around here, everyone (media, environmental agencies etc) called them coydogs as they were sure someone had let loose some mixed blood critters and they had propagated in huge numbers. Then finally a couple years ago, they finally admitted that these were real coyotes, or possibly mixed with eastern wolves. We have a pack that lives out back of our house, which is a large reason we are indoor only cats. Last winter when we actually had snow, we would see their tracks right outside the back door in the morning ( shudder). Fences mean nothing to these guys. Even the Corgis aren’t allowed outside alone late at night.
12:31 pm on February 19th, 2012
Chet! Happy Sunday to you and All!
If memory serves me correctly, isn’t Coyote known as the Trickster in legend? The Royals would know more about this. It is difficult to picture a union between coyotes and our kind, or even among wolves. Coyotes do tend to “slink” around.
Seamus does indeed have his revenge for the Ride from Hell. Ads proclaiming: I Ride Inside are everywhere these days.
O.Howlers: Hope you are feeling Tip Top in no time!
Happy Birthday Jasper’s Mom! We see from facebookie posts, they are off on a mini trip to celebrate.
Kirby: Tell your folks to have a great time at the beach. Sorry you aren’t going with them.
12:41 pm on February 19th, 2012
Ah, a nice three day weekend. Love it!
It is cool and foggy this morning, just right for a warm fire and candles. Mom put a pot of beans on the stove, and they smell great. A perfect day, in my opinion!
12:51 pm on February 19th, 2012
Wolfie, A lovely picture. Enjoy your time off!
1:43 pm on February 19th, 2012
As soon as I can wake Franklin up he’ll be blurring this over to Michigan!
Happy Birthday to Jasper’s Mom!
1:53 pm on February 19th, 2012
Another incredible cake, Melanie. You’re the best!
2:54 pm on February 19th, 2012
Coydogs? Not a good idea.
Happy Birthday Jasper’s Mom!
BearSpiritDog: I believe you’re right about Coyote being a Trickster in some Native cultures. Up here in Dene territory, the Raven is the main Trickster.
3:36 pm on February 19th, 2012
Dawson: Ah, yes…Raven…we forgot about him.
Does anyone know any stories about Coyote and Raven?
I’m in the mood for a good story!
3:41 pm on February 19th, 2012
Jasper’s Mom will love the cake!
Here is a newf picture she posted on facebookie.
Bear Hunter? Say it isn’t so! (whispering) is that a picture of Commander Rio on the wall?
3:46 pm on February 19th, 2012
forgot to mention…these newfies are breed to hunt bears!
3:52 pm on February 19th, 2012
Coyote is the trickster in Navajo culture, but I don’t know any more than that.
Wolf-dog and Coyote-dog hybrids…a really bad idea and people usually just want them for bragging rights.
Happy Birthday, Jasper’s Mom!!
Fellow Sibers, Hope you all recover quickly.
3:52 pm on February 19th, 2012
Ummm, riiiggghhhtttt. Newfoundlands were NOT bred to hunt bears. They look like bears, they sleep like bears, they can eat as much as bears do, BUT Newfoundlands were bred as WATER and DRAFT dogs.
Bear hunters, Snort.
3:55 pm on February 19th, 2012
ummm That picture of the Newf has been photoshopped, gasp, hasn’t it?
4:21 pm on February 19th, 2012
I agree with Melanie, just can’t see any prey drive in a Newfie. They are about as laid back and gentle as a dog could be, this side of the Rainbow Rridge. In my 14 years of up close exposure to them, I have never seen one aggressive action.
Yeah, the snap was either photoshopped, or he is angled way in front of the groomer.
Tony Hillerman spoke of the coyote being a trickster in Native lore. Amalia can tell us more.
4:27 pm on February 19th, 2012
Melanie: You mean we were tricked? Okay, who was it? Coyote or Raven? Fess up!
I know someone here who is very relieved to hear they are NOT bear hunters!
Franklin: You must be exhausted with all the blurring of cakes lately. Good job!
4:36 pm on February 19th, 2012
On another note…here is an interesting link to TED…talking about Illusions (allow some time…it’s about 17 minutes long)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5rwYnj2GZQ&feature=reImfu
5:06 pm on February 19th, 2012
Here’s quite a good article on the Trickster, including the coyote.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trickster
5:18 pm on February 19th, 2012
Hi everyone – looks like it is kind of a quiet Sunday afternoon. So we will tell you a little about Coyote and Raven.
In the southwest, most Nations do think of Coyote as a Trickster, but among the Apaches that takes on a different connotation than someone who plays jokes on others. Coyote is more of a ne’er do well, who is always looking for a shortcut, and ususally getting into trouble. An example:
Coyote was walking along, rubbing his belly and licking his lips because he had just eaten a fat rabbit. As he was walking along, he sang a song about it – “I am strong Coyote I beat that rabbit and ate him up. His family will see him no more”.
Some of the other rabbits heard the braggart and decided to get even. They went back to where Coyote had made his camp, and found the hide of their fellow rabbit, left from Coyote’s meal. They took the hide and stuffed it with rocks and sticks and bitter herbs. Then they took the stuffed rabbit and put it right in Coyote’s path. Coyote saw the rabbit sitting still, and thought that he wouldn’t have to run after his next meal. He jumped on that rabbit and took a big bite. “Owwww woo” he yelled. “I have broken all my teeth on that rabit. Surely he is the strongest warrior!” Then Coyote turned and ran away, afraid that the stone rabbit would beat him and eat him up. The other rabbits were watching in the grass, and they laughed and went back to their village where they planned a big dance to celebrate.
But then sometimes, Coyote really was tricky:
Coyote was walking along and found some coins on the ground. They weren’t much, but he put them in his pocket.
Later he saw something on the trail. He saw a group of people with pack horses, loaded with heavy packs. All the people rode fine horses, and carried rifles. They looked like they were very rich.
Coyote thought about it, then he quickly cut down a small tree to block the path they were on. He sat down on the other side of that tree, leaning up against an aspen tree.
Those people with their pack horses came around the corner and stopped. “Coyote, come over here and help us move this tree” they called. But Coyote said “Oh no – I cannot help you move that tree. I must stay right here and guard THIS tree. This is a valuable tree”. And no matter what the people said, Coyote wouldn’t come help them. “What is so valuable about that tree?” they asked him. “I am guarding it for a very great warrior,” he told them. “This is his money tree. He is very wealthy because he has this tree. He doesn’t even have to work – he just shakes this tree every four days, and gets all the money he wants. He just shook this tree, and got all kinds of money. He went to town to buy good food and blankets and guns and wagons. He has a lot of money from this tree”
The people didn’t beleive Coyote. They said that money doesn’t come from trees. So Coyote said he would show them. He said that the Warrior had just shaken the tree, there woulnd’t be much money since the tree had to make more. But he shook the tree very hard, and the coins he had put up in the tree fell down.
The people looked at the coins and saw they were real. “Coyote, let us buy this tree from you. Then you can go on your way, instead of having to guard this tree. We will buy this tree from you for one of these fine horses”
Coyote started bargaining with them. He told them that he would have to leave the area if he sold the tree, since the Warrior would be angry. And then he wouldn’t have food or blankets, since the Warrior always gave his those things.
So the people ended up giving Coyote all their horse, and their pack horses with their bundles. They gave him their blankets and food.
“Well, you make a hard bargain” Coyote said. “But you win – I will go away and you will have this tree. But remember, you can only shake it every four days, or the money won’t be ready.” Then he rode off over the mountains.
The people sat and waited until the fourth day – then they shook the tree but all they got was a lot of aspen leaves.
“Coyote has trickd us” they cried.
(this story is a very popular one on the res – you can fill in the blanks about who the people were and who the Coyote represents)
More about Coyote and Raven later if you want.
5:21 pm on February 19th, 2012
Tricked! I was tricked! Mom takes me to the V*E*T on Friday for a teeth cleaning and shots. I take a wonderful nappypoo. While I’m sleeping a nice lady calls my mom and says that all my top teeth except the canines have to go. ROTTEN! ROTTEN, I say! Mom says do what you have to do and make sure that you give Jasper lots and lots of drugs. 18 teeth gone! I have been drugged for 3 days and am eating soft and really stinky food. I am finally feeling much better and am getting better. Mom will keep on giving me the antibiotics, but she’s going to slack off on the pain pills since I’m feeling so much better.
5:27 pm on February 19th, 2012
Bee, thanks for link and Amalia, thank you for the stories. Is that where the idea started that “money doesn’t grown on trees”?
Interesting too, that Coyote the Trickster is usually a male figure.
5:28 pm on February 19th, 2012
Jasper!…Was the V*E*T-Dentist a coyote??…snort!…You poor poor fellow…wuffle!
5:37 pm on February 19th, 2012
The Well-Baked Man
Pima
The creation of the white man is depicted here, as in many other tales, as one of the Creator’s slight mistakes.
The Magician had made the world but felt that something was missing. “What could it be?” he thought. “What could be missing?” Then it came to him that what he wanted on this earth was some beings like himself, not just animals. “How will I make them?” he thought. First he built himself a horno, an oven. Then he took some clay and formed it into a shape like himself.
Now Coyote was hanging around the way he usually does, and when Magician, who was Man Maker, was off gathering firewood, Coyote quickly changed the shape of that clay image. Man Maker built a fire inside the horno, then put the image in without looking at it closely.
After a while the Magician said: “He must be ready now.” He took the image and breathed on it, whereupon it came to life. “Why don’t you stand up?” said Man Maker. “What’s wrong with you?” The creature barked and wagged its tail. “Ah, oh my, Coyote has tricked me,”he said. Coyote changed my being into an animal like himself.”
Coyote said, “Well, what’s wrong with it? Why can’t I have a pretty creature that pleases me?”
“Oh my, well, all right, but don’t interfere again.” That’s why we have the dog: it was Coyote’s doing.
So Man Maker tried again. “They should be companions to each other,” he thought. “I shouldn’t make just one.” He shaped some humans who were rather like himself and identical with each other in every part.
“What’s wrong here?” Man Maker was thinking. Then he saw. “Oh my, that won’t do. How can they increase?” So he pulled a little between the legs of on image, saying: “Ah, that’s much better.” With his fingernail he made a crack in the other image. He put some pleasant feeling in them somewhere. “Ah, now it’s good. Now they’ll be able to do all the necessary things.” He put them in the horno to bake.
“They’re done now,” Coyote told him. So Man Maker took them out and made them come to life.
“Oh my, what’s wrong?” he said. “They’re underdone: they’re not brown enough. They don’t belong here – they belong across the water someplace.” He scowled at Coyote. “Why did you tell me they were done? I can’t use them here.”
So the Magician tried again, making a pair like the last one and placing them in the oven. After a while he said: “I think they’re ready now.”
No, they aren’t done yet,” said Coyote. You don’t want them to come out too light again: leave them in a little longer.”
“Well, all right,” replied Man Maker. They waited, and then he took them out. “Oh my. What’s wrong? These are overdone. They’re burned too dark.” He put them aside. “Maybe I can use them some other place across the water. They don’t belong here.”
For the fourth time Man Maker placed his images inside the oven. “Now, don’t interfere,” he said to Coyote, “you give me bad advice. Leave me alone.”
This time the Magician did not listen to Coyote but took them out when he himself thought they were done. He made them come to life, and the two beings walked around, talked, laughed, and behaved in a seemly fashion. They were neither underdone nor overdone.
“These are exactly right,” said Man Maker. “These really belong here; these I will use. They are beautiful.” So that’s why we have the Pueblo Indians.
-Based on fragments recorded in the 1880s
While typing this, I burned a batch of cookies. That Coyote!
5:39 pm on February 19th, 2012
Poor Jasper…..I know all about getting rotten teeth pulled. The vet took out ALL of my teeth (and most of T.C.’s teeth too). You get used to it, and will manage to still eat hard food. Give your mom birthday kisses anyway. I know she is feeling bad about the teeth.
5:44 pm on February 19th, 2012
T&G and Dawson, thanks for the great cayote stories. We have cayotes here supposedly, thought we have never seen them. But some dude came by and asked if he could set a cayote trap on the field out front. Well, that field isn’t ours so we couldn’t yell “NO”. We’re hoping the farmer that owns that field doesn’t allow it, but he likely will.
5:45 pm on February 19th, 2012
Jasper – poor puppy – hope you get lots of scrambled eggs and yogurt and good soft food like that.
Dawson – thanks for that story – we never heard that one and we really like it.
Rio – maybe Beau was a present from Coyote….
just sayin’
5:50 pm on February 19th, 2012
Dawson, That is a wonderful story! Thank you for sharing it.
Jasper, poor baby, 18 teeth! So what do you have left 2? 4? Is your tongue going to stay in your mouth, or will it sort of hang out one side?
5:59 pm on February 19th, 2012
The coyote represents the US Government. The people represent the Native Americans. The Native Americans gave up everything they had in return for NOTHING.
6:01 pm on February 19th, 2012
Happy birthday to Jasper’s mom!
Melanie: That is a great cake. Now, I feel the need to watch a certain movie in honor of Jasper’s mom.
CHarris: Please check your SDD.
Great stories. I must try to remember them.
B: I received some more emails and payments through PayPal since last night. I am so please to have Brandy honored in such a way.
6:09 pm on February 19th, 2012
Thanks guys for the stories and links. It is a gloomy day here and I’m stuck in the house because if I go outside to do something productive I’m afraid a rain drop will fall on my head.
T&G and Dawson, Those are both very good stories.
Dawson, You can send me the burned cookies.
We see coyotes as often as every other day. Lots of them around here. In the southwest humans don’t pronounce the e on the end of coyote. It is coyot. I don’t know why.
Jasper, if those teeth were bad enough they needed to come out, you are going to feel like a new doggie once you heal from the oral surgery.
6:13 pm on February 19th, 2012
Rebecca!….My friend finally got my photo printed and fixed it up in a padded envelope with cardboard so it won’t Bend…snort!….She will mail it tomorrow and I will pray that it gets to you in time for me to go to Nome with the A-Team…grunt!….Why oh why did she wait so long to do this?….grump!….She knew I would not pose with Beau, so why did she waste all that time…heh!heh!…He will not be going to Nome by the way…chorkel!…He is not worthy…sniff! ….Maybe next year Beau if you behave yourself…chorkel!
6:21 pm on February 19th, 2012
Hi youse guys!
Happy Birthday, Jasper’s mom!!
Jasper: Hope you feel better from your oral surgery soon. Cake is soft, and not smelly. Well, it’s smelly, but in a yummy way. Will your mom share some of Mealnie’s delish cake with you?
OH’s: Hope everyone’s tummies are felling better soon!
6:21 pm on February 19th, 2012
Love the stories! Thank you T&G and Dawson.
I’m glad Jasper feels better. What an ordeal.
The cake is great Melanie.
Rebecca: I sent you an email.
6:23 pm on February 19th, 2012
SiberH!….What do you think will happen if you get a drop of rain on you?…snort!….Are you afraid your make-up will schmear?…heh!heh!
6:25 pm on February 19th, 2012
Jasper!…Tell yer Maw Happy Birthday for me…snort!… Oh I forgot you can’t move your mouth!…heh!…Happy Birthday Jaspers Maw!….snorkel!
6:27 pm on February 19th, 2012
Ouch!
Jasper: The Trickster got you good! I’m glad you are eating and feeling better.
Melanie: Yummy looking cake. Jasper looks a little PO’d that his teeth got pulled. He’ll be able to have some soft cake.
T&G: The story was copied out of American Indian Myths and Legends, selected and edited by Richard Erdoes and Alfonso Ortiz. A wonderful book.
6:38 pm on February 19th, 2012
Rio, I don’t know. I mean, I use the waterproof makeup.
I’m sure your photo will get to Alaska in time. Mine didn’t take long at all.
6:39 pm on February 19th, 2012
Such an interesting day on the blog. I am sorry to hear about Jasper’s teeth. Gosh with that many coming out at once a necklace could be made. Or a bracelet at least.
Happy Birthday Jasper’s Mom.
Dawson, what kind of cookies? Gingersnaps? Sob, I want some gingersnaps and am too lazy to bake.
Off to finish laundry, start dinner and work on some quilting.
6:48 pm on February 19th, 2012
Today’s puzzle, not one of mine. Dog on Grate
http://www.jigzone.com/puzzles/daily-jigsaw
6:49 pm on February 19th, 2012
I haven’t read (red) this yet, but Mr.Staff sent it to me from the NYT. WOW. Just the idea of it. A 30 chain kidney transplant trade.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/02/19/health/lives-forever-linked-through-kidney-transplant-chain-124.html?emc=eta1
6:58 pm on February 19th, 2012
Staff: Yes, gingersnaps and a 8 inch square pan of coconut stuffed gingersnap dough baked then frosted with a mixture of cream cheese, white chocolate and dried cherries.
7:06 pm on February 19th, 2012
Dawson! Mail it HERE! Waaaaaaa.
7:13 pm on February 19th, 2012
Waaaahhh!…Dawson, I want some too!…snort!wheeze!
7:17 pm on February 19th, 2012
I asked FIRST!!!
7:19 pm on February 19th, 2012
Bread!…My friend was going to make Stovers awesome Banana Bread with chocolate chips, but we all had to take Brutal Walks and then she was out of the mood…grump!wheeze!…Beau is very tired tonight…heh!heh!
7:20 pm on February 19th, 2012
Jazzy’s mom here reporting in from the middle of the mitten. It’s been a tough week.
My sister was diagnosed with breast cancer. It is stage 1 or 2 and is treatable with a total mastectomy. She’ll have surgery within 2 weeks. She doesn’t know yet if there is cancer in her lymph nodes or if she’ll need chemo/rad. She still needs more tests. I went to Grand Rapids on Fri to be with my sis, then traveled to my parents on Sat so she could deliver the news face to face. My son spent the day with us as well.
We are just all kind of numb. We decided we can only take one day at a time and deal with one thing at a time. We are doing a lot of talking, but sis won’t tolerate any crying, because if we start, then she’ll start and she doesn’t want to cry. Mom came back to Grand Rapids with us and will be spending the next couple of months with sis to help her. I spent today cooking and freezing meals so sis won’t have to cook or plan meals.
Got the news yesterday that one of my sisters in Florida–her ex and father of my 14-year-old-nephew–was hospitalized emergently. Early word is some kind of tumor in his pancreas which is causing his liver not to function properly. Concerns this may be pancreatic cancer.
Prayers, positive thoughts, lit candles, crossed paws and tailwags would be appreciated. Jazz and I have been hanging out under the quilt this weekend.
Melanie, thank you for the lovely cake. We like cake.
Thank you plunderers, for your birthday wishes. In spite of the sad news, one just plunders on. One step at a time, one day at a time.
7:28 pm on February 19th, 2012
YSAS is bringing cookies tomorrow! Gluten free chocolate chip cookies with chocolate peanut butter glaze. Topped with toasted almonds.
7:32 pm on February 19th, 2012
Joyce, How old is your sister? If she is post-menopausal, it will be much easier to treat and less aggressive. Older is better in this case. Barb went thru that whole thing in Nov. 2010, if you remember. They took out 25 nodes, and they were all clean. She is doing fine now. They have come a long ways in treating breast cancer in the last 20 years.
7:33 pm on February 19th, 2012
Hey Jasper’s Mom, come on under the quilt. There is still some cheesecake and chocolate eclairs that Bella left. I’ll bring some cookies.
May all be well with your family and you. Thoughts and prayers coming your way from The Hills in Western MA.
7:50 pm on February 19th, 2012
Jasper’s mom: No need to ask twice.
7:51 pm on February 19th, 2012
Can not stay awake any more. ZZZ, snort! zzzz snort!
TTFNNNNNN
7:52 pm on February 19th, 2012
Jasper’s Mom – good thoughts coming from the lowlands of Western Mass too.
Melanie – umm, what time did you say was the arrival time of the cookies…I mean of YSAS?
tee hee
Dawson – you inspired us to bake. And having some left over stale dinner rolls didn’t hurt. So right now the kitchen is redolent with the scent of spices and raisins and brown sugar bread pudding. And the caramel sauce is warming up…yummmm
7:57 pm on February 19th, 2012
Jasper’s mom: Please let your sister know that we are all wishing her the best.
8:35 pm on February 19th, 2012
Jasper’s mom: of course you know that we are all here for you and your family.
8:46 pm on February 19th, 2012
Sissy is 50, surgically menopausal, been taking HRT for 15 years. She’s stopped taking her Premarin and is hotflashing like crazy.
She plans to have reconstruction right after initial surgery.
We told her it was a sucky way to lose 5 lbs and get a boob lift.
8:48 pm on February 19th, 2012
Melanie, those choc cookies look fab.
My local Kroger finally had meyer lemons. I’m trying a new lemon bar recipe.
9:16 pm on February 19th, 2012
Toy!….Hey Jasper, maybe this will cheer you up….snort!…Here is Beau’s most favorite toy ever…grunt!…Or at least ever since we’ve know him. He has licked this toy completely from head to toe a couple of times…sniff!….The torn part is because I stole it from him and he fought to get it back…heh!heh!…Otherwise it would be in perfect condition…chorkel!
9:53 pm on February 19th, 2012
Tupper&Gilly and Dawson: Thank you for those wonderful stories!
B: I loved your link. It has a lot of information on the Trickster. I followed a link to stories about the Pacific NW and Raven…depicted as more of a hero…than trickster.
We are going to print out both the stories told by Dawson & Amalia and information from the Wiki link (that’s link, not leak. heh)
Siber-H: You said it so well…the Native Americans were tricked by the Coyote Trickster Government. It makes me so mad every time I think about it.
Jasper’s Mom: We will be sending healing thoughts and prayers for your sister and all of your family every day. Jasper, So sorry to hear about the dental problems…hope you are feeling back to your old self very soon. Have some cake…it will make you feel better.
Rio: Beau’s favorite toy is so cute! It’s no wonder he loves it so much.
10:52 pm on February 19th, 2012
ummmm Siber and BSD – you know, we never thought about the money tree story that way. When told on the res, all the Indians laugh cuz they interperate it as the people being Anglos – who else would be rich enough to have horses and pack horses and bundles and rifles etc. The Coyote is therefore the Indians who by appealing to the Anglos’ greed, trick them out of their wealth. We don’t usually tell the story off res just because of that – it is kinda racist….
Raven is more often catagorized as a Teacher Trickster – that is one who uses tricks to point out human foibles. Coyote is just bad. Funny sometime, but just bad.
11:04 pm on February 19th, 2012
Night!…snort!… Although, not many around, so who cares…grunt!
11:06 pm on February 19th, 2012
Jasper’s Mom and family,
You’ll be getting lots of positive thoughts and prayers from the hills of western PA too.
11:50 pm on February 19th, 2012
Good thoughts coming towards your family, Jasper. What is your Aunt’s name?
And your sort of uncle? Very scary stuff, cancer.
Mom made some toffee to send to Snowhook along with a check for Brandy’s check point and some photos. She shared with dad but not us. We did get some bean soup, but not nearly enough. Sigh.
11:57 pm on February 19th, 2012
Not to pry, Rebecca, but dad is worried about how the dogs are returning from Nome, and whether your piggy bank is full enough.
12:07 am on February 20th, 2012
Here is a beautiful song by Sarah Macdougall and a wonderful video of The 2012 Yukon Quest. It’s not about the Iditarod, but just as well could be. So, we dedicate this to AJ, Rebecca & the Team, to all the Plunderers and Snowhook supporters who will cheer them on in Iditarod 2012. Go Snowhook!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTh9n-cto2s
12:34 am on February 20th, 2012
Wolfie: You have a Big Heart.
Tupper&Gilly: Of course…The Money Tree. We had not thought of it the way you are explaining it. You are right. In the end the greedy gringos were tricked by the very same people they were trying to trick. I like this ending much better.
Nana is researching Raven and Crow. Fascinating stories and legends…from Native American to Scandinavian to Roman and Greek Mythology. From the Pacific NW and Canada, to Russia and Europe, tales abound.
My, my…look what Spence’s casual remark has wrought!
12:50 am on February 20th, 2012
Dainty licks to Jazzy’s auntie. and sort of uncle. and Mom. and poor toothless Jazz.
nite nite
Macy out.
12:51 am on February 20th, 2012
Jasper and your mom. It’s been a rough week for youse guys for sure. Warm thoughts and prayers from Chevy Chase are coming your way as well. Wookie
12:51 am on February 20th, 2012
Oh, make the good wishes from Fort Worth, “where the west begins”.
12:52 am on February 20th, 2012
BSD: That is a beautiful song and video. Thank you for sharing. Watching it, I realize how much I’m going to miss AJ and the dogs, but this is a dream we dream together.
Wolfie: Toffee?!?! Do I have to share?
Wolfie’s Dad: To tell the truth, I haven’t completed my thoughts for after the race. They’re forming, just not completed. AJ put me in charge of logistics and shipping dogs falls under that job description, but I’m currently focused on getting to the starting line. AJ will tell you that things some how just happen when I’m in charge of them. My airfare being covered to and from Nome certainly helps the situation, and I have some miles that should cover all but $20 or $30 of AJ’s flight home. At the finisher’s banquet in Nome, each finishing musher will be given a check for $1049, in honor of the original race mileage. We plan to use this to get the dogs home. Shipping the dogs can cost anywhere from a few hundred to almost a thousand dollars depending on which outfit you use. Each has thier pros and cons of flight times and days, types of crates they allow, and whether or not they will transport the dogs from the lot to the hanger. Once AJ leaves the starting line and before I head to Nome, I will take one or two dog boxes (depending on how many dog’s he has dropped) to a freight carrier and ship them to Nome.
I am starting work tonight on a last minute sewing request. My rule is that all last minute sewing requests are submitted at your own risk as I get to choose the colors of materials used for said project. I’m letting this one slide as it was kind of my idea so it will be done in black and gray—a lighter shade of black. AJ and I went into town today to get some hardware for the project; we were in the back of the craft/fabric store when a woman approached me and handed me a coupon good for 10% off our purchase. She said she wasn’t going to use it and it was our’s for the taking. That was very nice of her. Our good fortune continued when we went to our next stop, the home improvement store to get some straps and a new feed bucket. Our nearest neighbor is a manager there, walked us to the registers and told the cashier that this particular Iditarod musher was to receive a discount off our purchase.
Let the sewing begin!
1:48 am on February 20th, 2012
Goodnight SnowBella,
I’m glad you liked the video. Listening to the words of the song, I couldn’t help thinking of you & AJ and everyone looking so happy.
We love you guys.
Goodnight all – Bear
5:15 pm on November 12th, 2012
There may be some thing wrong with your RSS. You should have someone have a look at the website.
9:59 am on November 29th, 2014
I quickly handed her the oven mitts and repeated, pull
out the cookie trays. Whatever you decide, just remember that a simple and thoughtful gift will go a long way.
You should learn how to pull a peel off of a wine bottle.