Fresh Air, Fresh Outlook

This past week has been absolutely liberating. I never thought that training for the Iditarod would be a pleasant experience, but it’s turned out to be just that. I’m really starting to get into the exercise routine and it’s definitely made me become closer to Mom and Dad. Mom, who’s always been a pretty vocal person, has really taken a liking to telling me about her life whilst on our runs at night, and I just eat it all up. We talk about Jack and Lily, her job, Grandma, Uncle Dave, and so much more. Well, okay, I suppose I just listen, but it makes me feel like she can confide in me and I can’t get enough of it.

Today, though, was especially liberating for me. On our morning run a bunny scampered across the trail and my animalistic instincts kicked into high gear. I chased Peter Rabbit for what seemed like an eternity, weaving in and out of trees and bushes, over rocks, tree stumps, and a small ravine, all the while hearing the screams of Dad to come back. Seconds before the animal made it to its hole, I swatted my right paw in a last futile attempt to claim my prize. The bunny faltered, tripping over an exposed root, and I went in for the kill. I’d have to say it was a bit unpleasant (blood and guts all over one’s muzzle is not in the least bit attractive) but all the while I felt like a lioness- powerful, sneaky, persuasive, queen of the jungle. I felt like I’d shed my domestic exterior and become a true animal, just as God intended. I can't help but feel like a new dog. Perhaps that's exactly what I need to find success in the trying months to come.

Time for bed, I can hear Mom calling.

Loyally,
Lola