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And Now It Begins: Iditarod 2013 – Go Snowhook!

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March 3rd, 2013 Posted 7:41 am

“Yesterday being only the ceremonial start,” Spence says.

“Good thing,” says Admin, “since although I was right there in front of the screen I must have blinked at a key moment.”

“For newcomers to the blog, our team is Snowhook – “

“Musher Justin, also known as AJ, CEO Rebecca – “

” – and Rose, Plunderer extraordinaire is on the scene, with Prof, her husband. Here’s a report from her.”

Alaska is awesome.  Everyone should see Alaska and the Iditarod at least once in their lives!  The people are very friendly.  Yesterday [Friday], AJ, Rebecca, and handler Nick, took the Prof and I out on the trail.  It was absolutely the most thrilling thing we will ever do in our lives.  Prof and I even mushed our teams.  There is nothing more exciting than being out on the trail, with a lovely snowfall!

Rebecca and AJ are the nicest people, most genuine people we have ever met.  We are honored to meet them, and very lucky to be a part of the 2013 Iditarod!

“Plus,” says Spence, “Rebecca, despite how busy she must be, found time to get in touch:”

Our Ceremonial start was uneventful as far as our time on the trail, yet we had some highlights as well as low lights.  Does Rose, Plunder Extraordinaire, giving Rio Jr. a pep talk count as a highlight?  In my opinion, yes.  I was also given some ‘cheesecake’ money by a fan of the kennel—that’s at least two highlights if Chet is counting. 

“And here is a shot of the pep talk. Plus Prof, Rose, Rebecca, and AJ at the Mushers Banquet.”

“How proud are we to see the Chet patch?”

“Couldn’t be prouder.”

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Welcome Hoover.

GO SNOWHOOK!

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Stress?

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December 15th, 2010 Posted 8:32 am

“Here’s something you might enjoy, Chet,” Bernie says. “Tufts University – kind of far from here, now that I think of it, and maybe pretty cold right now – is bringing in therapy dogs to lower the college kids’ stress levels at exam time.”

Stress? Not sure what that is, but college kids? Love ’em! What a life they have! I know because sometimes we visit Valley College downtown to look in on Prof. He’s our money expert – we have experts on everything, part of our business plan – and once he told us about this dude name of Marx, possibly a perp, in which case watch your back, amigo, who said ‘The production of too many useful things results in too many useless people,’ something Bernie brought up at a party the other day but no one listened; but forget all that, and anyway it might be in Thereby Hangs A Tail. The point is if I had to be human, no offense, I’d want to be a college student. Frisbees! Beer! Sleeping in till all hours! Calling home for more money! Hooking up! (Whatever that may be.) College kids are ready for fun 24/7. Me too!

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Prof: From Thereby Hangs A Tail

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March 13th, 2010 Posted 9:25 am

We drove to the college. We had experts for this and that, me and Bernie, Otis DeWayne, for example, for weapons. The professor – he had a long complicated name that I’d never gotten clear but it didn’t matter since Bernie just called him Prof – was our expert for money. Not making money – humans with lots of money have a certain way about them, hard to describe, and Prof didn’t have it – but everything else about money, which was what, exactly? What was important about money except making it? Couldn’t tell you.

The college was close to downtown, but didn’t look like downtown, which was all towers and nobody on the streets. It had old buildings with tile roofs and lots of trees and grass, and humans, most of them young, all over the place, walking, sitting, just lying around or even – hey! – playing Frisbee!

“Wow. See what that dog just did?”

“Chet? Can you give the Frisbee back please?”

“Is that your dog?”

“We’re more of a team.”

“I can’t believe he jumped that high. He should be on TV.”

“Don’t give him ideas. Chet? The Frisbee, please?”

I gave back the Frisbee, except for the tiniest little piece that seemed to have been chewed off. Couldn’t beat our place on Mesquite Road, but if we ever had to live someplace else, me and Bernie, here at the college would be nice. College kids were the greatest.

Prof had a couch in his office. He was lying on it when we came in, his hands folded over his big round stomach. “Hi, guys,” he said. “Just contemplating a little aperçu of Marx’s.”

Prof was brilliant – did I mention that? I caught the “hi guys” part and that was it.

“Which is?” said Bernie.

“’The production of too many useful things results in too many useless people.’”

Prof: impossible to understand, but, big surprise, I came so close to getting that.

“Like it?” Prof said.

“Yes,” said Bernie.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if Marx turned out to be right after all?” Prof went on. “About everything, that is? I’m not saying tomorrow or the next day, but later, say two or three hundred years from now.”

“My sense of humor doesn’t stretch that far,” Bernie said.

Prof laughed. “Working on anything interesting?”

“Kidnapping,” Bernie said.

“Ah,” said Prof, “the life of action.” That I got completely. The life of action: what could be better?

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College Kids

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July 8th, 2009 Posted 12:20 pm

We drove through the college part of town, not too far from the downtown towers. I love the college part of town. Sometimes we go there to talk to Prof. I think he’s in Thereby Hangs A Tail. Prof’s our expert when it comes to money. Not how to make it, exactly, but something else and whatever it is doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that I love the college. The college kids are great. They play Frisbee all the time. Like right now, as Bernie parked in front of a store, took the can of film we’d found in the tiny box canyon and said, “Just taking this in to get developed. Sit tight, Chet.” Bernie went into the store. I sat tight. Never a problem for me, sitting tight. I could sit tight all day if I had to, especially in the shotgun seat of the Porsche.

I sat tight, no problem. Nearby was a big grassy park full of college kids, Frisbees flying all over the place. I watched for a while and then, what do you know?

“Hey – you see what that dog just did?”

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