So far, I've had 11 days of training. There isn't much to report, as it's pretty monotonous and we take the same route each day, but I'm definitely in the best shape of my life. I do have some news about Dave, though. He's recovering well and is expected to be out of the hospital in the next few days. I've overheard Mom and Dad talking about how grateful he is that I'm taking Sadie's place, but also how upset he is that he can't take part in the race. A few days ago he secured someone to take his spot. I'm supposed to meet him by the end of next week. His name is Jesse and he's originally from Juneau, but moved to Anchorage 5 years ago to train for the Iditarod. Apparently Dave chose him because he "saw the passion and potential in him." I hope he's right. I'm not quite sure how I feel about being in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness with someone I've known for only two weeks. I'd say I'm a pretty trusting dog though, so I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. I hope he brings over some treats....that'll be a good start.
Loyally,
Lola
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Holy shit! Last time I saw a talking dog was years ago, on a Comanche reserve out in Arizona. Never thought I'd see another like like him. But to acknowledge the corn, on that occasion I'd eaten a fair portion of peyote, traded to the medicine man for a bottle of schnapps.
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