A Dog's Life

It's been a little over a week since we ended our race, and I've almost completely recovered. I'm so happy to be back to my normal, hyper self (I can't say that Mom agrees). I've been bouncing around the house, playing hide and seek with the cat, taking naps, running up and down the stairs, and just wreaking havoc until my brother and sister get home from school and I finally get human companionship. After their snacks, they take me outside and we play fetch for about an hour. I've learned that the only way to keep them interested is to play tag with them, so it's sort of a symbiotic relationship. They get really excited about it (and could probably do it for hours), and I get to expend all of my extra energy, which my parents really appreciate by the time they get home from work.

Dave and Jesse have been coming over less and less frequently, to be honest. I get a bit sad about it at times, until I realize that they're adults and have jobs and lives of their own. When Dave comes over, he has a new light in his eyes. After the accident, he was really down- especially considering he was so close to competing in the race. Once Jesse announced that he would be giving Dave the new sled and gear, it really seemed to breathe a new life into him. I think the fact that he knows he'll be able to compete in the Iditarod one day is really keeping him upbeat. And boy, that means loads of treats and belly rubs for me! I just can't get enough of it! Jesse, on the other hand, thinks I'm getting a bit pudgy, so instead of feeding me he's been taking me for runs, which is just about as good, if not better, than the instant gratification of a Beggin' Strip.

Anyhow, my life is pretty monotonous at the moment, especially when you compare it to recent events (aka that thousand-mile race), so I won't bore you with the details. I am, however, going on a hunting and fishing trip with Dad in a week, so check back soon for updates.

Loyally,
Lola