Sunday brought us another cold morning with temperatures in the low 30’s. We all know what that means… harness up boys and girls it’s time to run! When I awoke I looked outside and didn’t need to know that it was cold enough to run dogs, as they already knew. Every single one of them were staring at the cabin with clouds of foggy breath coming from each of their synchronized howls. What a wonderful sight! So, we bundled up and headed out to let the dogs do what they do best. Amongst getting things around, I look over and here is little Conner dressed in his daddy’s hoody and using his wool socks as mittens, watching his uncle Tim and aunt Briea harness the excited and ready to go dogs. It was a little more hectic getting started than the first run, seeing how the fourwheeler didn’t want to stay running, but Tim and Danny got a kick out of watching me try to get it started. After getting it to idle without stalling out, we were on our way down the drive way. Every dog looked so great; no tangles, slacking lines, or disagreements. When stopping for water breaks, all six dogs were chomping at the bit to keep running. A few would lap up water quickly, while the rest were yanking on their lines waiting to get the show on the road. Mornings such as these ones are priceless!
Briea, Tim, and Peyton
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