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Saturday, May 28, 2016

Slow Mo Saturday: Iditarod Starts

We're back with our occasional summer series "Slow Mo Sunday (on a Saturday)" where we slow down some footage you might have already seen so you can enjoy it in more detail and from a different perspective.

Today we see both the Red and the Black Teams starting the Iditarod in Willow. Check out how focussed Quito is and see the smiles on all the faces!

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Coffee Pups

The Coffee Pups are 8 months old. They have very similar personalities and looks as their older siblings, the Fire Litter. And they love to have FUN! We will be updating the Puppy Page on the Website soon with new portraits. Here are some recent photos.

Perky… is just that - PERKY Non Stop Go.; Decaf is a more gentle sweetheart.

Creamer is gorgeous and confident; Barista likes to flirt and play.

These two are BBFs: Bean is 'in your face' excited; Sanka is more shy of the two.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Golden Harness Pups

The Golden Harness Pups are 7 1/2 months old. They have changed so much and are looking more and more like "real dogs". We will be updating the Puppy Page on the Website soon with new portraits. In order to keep everyone in the loop here are some recent photos of the kids.

Chevie's coloration takes after her Mom; Jefe's ears never did stand up.

Bruno is non stop motion; QT has got some excellent legs!

McCaw is a Big Boy with plenty of fur; Dancer is a small gal with a 'tude.

Saturday, May 21, 2016


Yesterday was 4 weeks since I had my foot operation and I was pretty excited to talk to the Doc. Originally, the estimate for recuperation was 4 to 6 weeks. So… 4 weeks arrived (finally) and I won't say the prognosis was bad, it wasn't, it just wasn't great. He said "Looks Good. Keep doing the same." Argggghhhh.

So, I sulked a round a little on my peg leg feeling sorry for myself. Allen's been around me constantly for the last 4 weeks, so he's used to pouty Aliy. But my friend Barb, who came to the kennel to help out for a few days, wasn't quite used to new and not so improved attitude. She even started to keep a tally of "Aliy's rudes". The last I remembered, I was up to #21. Oops.

Barb also brought a Selfie Stick for a camera phone. She is quite the photographer and thought this angle of the dogs might be fun. Well… who better to have FUN than 'happy-go-lucky' me? So, I was send out to peg leg around the yard, with a supervisor, to take selfies with any and all accommodating dogs. Let me say first, that despite the all 'Aliy Cam Videos' and photo shoots I've been involved with, I am not familiar with a Selfie Stick. It took some practice. As I hobbled through the dogs, some of them were now both wary of my peg leg and the 3 foot long stick that I held over my head. "What the… ?" So here are some of the results:

These guys all wanted to HELP take photos:

Mismo adjusts the photo layout; Tinder reaches for the shutter speed.

These guys all wanted to GROOM me for the Photo Shoot. (Is that a hint?)

Nomex washes my face.; Mac feels the need to look me over closely.

Mismo adjusts my smile; Tinder thought my hat was loop-sided.

These guys were NOT interested:
Chemo wouldn't give me the time of day, Kodiak only gave me a smile when a raven flew overhead.

Izzy would rather have bum scratch (Rambler approves); Felix just wants to dance.

We did have some success:

Chevie is a lover; Ginger wants some TLC.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Graphic Art

Long time SP Kennel supporter Margaret Wirtenberg is a very talented artist and during the season sent us through a number of amazing graphics from pictures and videos posted on the blog. With her permission I am sharing a selection with you! Margaret and her husband Alfred sponsor Chena.

Clyde and Chena

ChaCha and Chena

Clyde; Roses for Quito

Yukon Quest views

Winter in the White Mountains

Beemer and Willie

On the trail to Nome; Black Team start

Felix and Schmoe

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Mile 263 of 975

Just yesterday I was chatting with a good friend and she asked “What Checkpoint are you at?” I thought , “Gez... Linda are you off your rocker? It’s summer and the Iditarod is over.” She soon explained her question: If you consider your foot surgery a sled dog race, how many miles do you have left to go?

Hummmmm. I had never thought about my predicament that way. Strange, considering I am currently writing my 2016 Iditarod Trail Notes. I should have thought that way from the start. So, I looked through my current writings and made a few comparisons. I’ll be honest with you, I’m not sure where “I’m at” in the Foot Recovery. But, I’ve just left Nikolai in my Trail Notes. So... let’s say Mile 263 of 975!

The Iditarod: For me, the Iditarod is the culmination of so much. A year of constant brainstorming and thought, acting and reacting on plans and ideas, constantly revising and improving on everything I do. All with with complete and utter dedication.
I look forward to the Iditarod because nothing else matters. It all comes down to one thing. Only one priority. One thing to act on. One thing to worry about: my dog team and our speedy journey down the 1,000 mile race route. No phone calls or emails. No thoughts about the kennel. No family, sponsors, puppies, geriatric dogs, vet bills, fixing sleds, broken dog trucks, dog food deliveries... none of that. Only one thing. It is the center of my world for 8 to 10 days and I love it!

The Foot: It took some research and planning. First I had to find a “real Doctor” - you know one that you can go to regularly, get a check up, phone if you feel sick and generally “have in your back pocket for future issues”. I haven’t had a “real Doctor” my entire adulthood. For the past 20 plus years, when I needed stitches, I did them. But, being in my mid 40’s it seemed about time. Both of my step daughters are nurses and they found me the perfect Doc in Fairbanks (honestly, they were probably just sick of me asking them for doctorly health advice!) Once I was deemed ‘healthy enough’ to have surgery, I just needed to 1) plan the time and 2) find the money. These two significant factors pointed to ‘soon after Iditarod’ because 1) downtime would be possible in April and May and 2) we would have the $10,000 insurance deductible needed from Iditarod race winnings (hopefully!)

The Start
The Iditarod: It is was exciting to be starting the Iditarod... again. I was anxious, but not nervous. There were many miles and many adventures that lay ahead. We would take it one mile at a time. What mistakes would we make and what successes would we have?
As I walked in front of my team to the starting line, I had at least a dozen dog handlers holding back the team. The dogs were very well behaved but, understandably very excited to start their upcoming adventure. Under the start banner, I was busy checking in with my dogs. I was also saying thank you to family and friends when the starter got to “3 - 2 - 1 GO!” Although we left the start line a tiny bit late, we still shot out like a rocket.

The Foot: Despite the pleasant surroundings of the Surgery Center, I was nervous and I told Allen “If the Doc doesn’t show up soon, I’m outta here.” It was 6AM and if I was actually going to do this, we needed to start now. At 6:05AM a nurse came to lead me away. So ... 3 - 2 - 1 - Go!

2016 Iditarod Race Start. 3 - 2 - 1 - GO!

The Beginning
The Iditarod: By the time that I arrived at Rainy Pass Lodge, it was late afternoon of the second day. Over half the teams in the race were there. I stopped well before the parking area and checked in with the Race Judge and the Veterinarian. Our food drop bags were piled off to the side of the trail. Well, our food drops were a little farther off to the side since they were sorted alphabetically. “Z”!!!! I asked the Race Judge to stand on my sled brake and anchor hook while I hustled over to get my bags. I knew that another dog team was only minutes behind us, because I had passed it only a few miles back so I hurried. I didn’t want to cause any more chaos than was already apparent with 40 dog teams, 40 airplanes and way more than 40 spectators at the checkpoint.
My team happily followed me over to look through my bags as the Race Judge tried to command my team. “Bad dogs!” They were supposed to stay lined out straight ahead on the trail, but the crinkle of a bag full of salmon snacks was an irresistible temptation for Waylon and Mismo. I grabbed a few more snacks, some other gear and we collectively walked back over to the trail before the next dog team arrived. I signed my Vet book just below the line where the Vet had signed and we were okay to continue. We were off.
We literally threaded a needle of 40 parked dog teams, 20 on each side, as they lay resting on enticing beds of straw with tasty piles of dog snacks and kibble scattered everywhere. I never took my focus off our destination on the far side of all these temptations. I spoke in a strong, yet compassionate voice: “Straight ahead.” As I mentioned, our dogs are not tethered by a leash to their collars. So, if the entire team, or any one member, decides that he or she would really rather stay and camp alongside Ray Reddington’s team (for instance), than they have every opportunity to do so. This requires mental control of the dogs rather than physical control. The complete dedication and obedience of my team not only impressed me, but also several hundred spectators who stopped to watch me pass through. “Good dogs”.

The Foot: Surgery went well. I came home and started to heal. Physically this was all up to my body. Mentally I had to ‘not screw up’. That meant don’t make any mistakes! The better I took care of the incision, the more I would ice it and elevate it, then the quicker it would heal. I needed to be cautious and forward thinking. It was simple actually, just do what you are supposed to do and see what pans out down the trail.
Navigating my surroundings with crutches was my first challenge. It’s not especially hard, it’s just time-consuming and requires concentration. Don’t rush, be careful on the stairs and try to stay on the “main trail”. I did made a few mistakes, now and then, but started to learn how to manage one-legged.
The biggest challenge was the mental hurdle: “Don’t put weight your right foot.” In order for my bones to fuse, I can’t stress them. That’s not normal. My natural tendency is to lead with my right foot. My immediate response to any problem is to jump up a “GO!” Obviously defying my Doctors orders. “Bad dog!” The Doc wrapped my foot in a large, rigid boot and ordered me to wear it “24/7”, so I do. I am convinced that this boot protects my toe only a little. Mostly it is a 5 pound ankle weight that constantly reminds me “Don’t put weight your right foot.” Maybe I’m the kind of dog that needs a neck line?!?
I am thankful to all the ‘spectators’ from who I’ve received: cards, notes, messages, gifts, comments, thoughts and prayers. I do feel like you are cheering me on. Friends have visited, chauffeured me around and been encouraging. So, I’ve gotten quite a few “Good dog!” praises and each one feels great!

Thanks for the signs at the Anchorage Start; Thanks for the Cards!

The Race Continues
The Iditarod: I sat directly in front of a campfire that I kept stoked with small pile brush and twigs that I had gathered from nearby. My dog food cooker was set up just to my left so I could remain seated and just swivel in order to replenished it with snow. It took quite a while to chip the ice off my shoe laces, untie them and thaw the leather uppers enough to retract my feet. I pulled out the soaking wet foam liners. I then held each boot carefully above the fire so as not to burn it, but thaw it as much as possible. The ice melting off my boots was actually dripping into the fire. All the while, I was lucky that one of the few camp luxuries that I bring along is a pair of goose down slippers. It took a long time to get my boots to the point I was satisfied. I chastised myself profusely for forgetting my overboots. If I had them then I wouldn’t have to spend this extra time drying my boots. This rest period was flying by and I hadn’t even shut my eyes for a moment. Each one of my rests are scheduled for the benefit of both the dogs and myself - skipping a sleep was a poor idea. So, I decided that I would stay longer at this spot than I had originally intended. It’s worrisome to add more rest than your plan stipulates this early in the race because you feel like you are “falling behind”. But, I felt I needed to do it for the long term goal.
I stood up and did the remainder of my chores - sorting and repacking. I had made a large meal for the dogs. I had already eaten my meal. When I stood up to adjust my sleeping cocoon, the dogs looked at me with curiosity. I looked at my watch. We had rested so long that they were already hungry. So, I changed my plan again and fed them before I took my nap. This took more time, and again I cursed myself for forgetting my overboots. Finally, after all my chores were compete, I laid down to get a quick nap. I used my now damp boots as my pillow so that they didn’t sit out in the slightly below freezing temperatures and turn into icicles.
We left our camp spot soon after my alarm woke me from my short nap. Next stop Nikolai. The team was a bit sluggish as daylight came over the horizon. We passed Hugh Neff along the way and Pete Kaiser passed us. It was a game of leap frog.
We pulled into the checkpoint about 10 in the morning the second day of the race. We were about an hour behind the first teams that had arrived. Ironically, the same amount of time I had added to our rest schedule.

The Foot: Passing the third week of healing was a milestone. The incision looked great and the swelling had reduced. Doc gave me the go ahead to do a little more activity. I switched from ‘normal’ crutches to an iWalk Crutch. It changed my attitude completely. I could now use my hands and could start helping around the house.
Allen and I made an agreement that I could visit the outside dogs but only after he fed and did chores. Some of the dogs were frightened of the crutch. I could bond with all my dogs again. They were very excited (as was I) but they quickly learned that I was quite serious when I said, “Don’t jump on me.”
I was really trying not to make any mistakes. I did have one fall - I stepped this way and the crutch went that way. That proves that Doc really knew what he was doing by making me wear that heavy boot all the times, because there was no damage done. But, it was a reality check to slow down. I didn’t, literally, need to take any steps backward. It was hard enough to step forward!

The iCrutch -- I do have two legs still!; I can hang out with the dogs again! Nacho!

So here I am at Mile 263 of 975. That is certainly a a chunk of time behind me, but still a large amount lay ahead. Of course, I'll continue to stay positive and keep my head up. You never know what's gonna happen, right?!

Thursday, May 12, 2016

TBT: Winter Is Coming

Throwback Thursday

We thought you might enjoy this short video from mid-October 2012 featuring a tiny Lydia and her almost-as-small sister, Junior. Nowadays they are confident and accomplished soon-to-be four year olds. Both dogs raced the Iditarod on the Black Team this season. Junior lead the squad for 500 miles and came across the line in that position. Lydia is no slouch and dug in halfway through the race to prove that she was one of the most enthusiastic members of the team.

In this video they were just 10 weeks old and experiencing snow for the first time.

How time flies!

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

SP Kennel Foot Rehab Support Staff

Here are my Foot Physical Therapy buddies for the last two days.
They seem to help a lot!

Queen Quito rests; Sissy and Mac are quite content.

Boondocks settles in for a short rest.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Happy Mothers' Day

From our mothers to yours!

Happy Mothers' Day!

Let's talk about the gals who are the most recent Mothers here at SP Kennel. These four dogs have produced all of the dogs under the age of 4 years and 75% of the 5 year olds. Next season, these dogs' puppies will make up over 80% of our racing dogs and all of our yearlings.

Of course, there's SuperMom Olivia (below left). She will turn 9 years old this summer. Olivia currently has the largest number of offspring at SP Kennel: a ridiculous 21 from three litters! This is actually a huge percentage of our racing dogs for next season. We could literally, have a team consisting of only Olivia's pups! Visually, nearly 50% of Olivia's pups resemble her with a tri-colored coat and bright blue eyes. They are also very talented sled dogs - eleven of them raced in the Iditarod 2016.

Olivia is a patient Mom. Who wouldn't be patient after raising so many puppies? She has always been very caring and happy to be with her pups. After weaning, she still liked to visit her puppies throughout their puppyhood. She still enjoys checking in with her youngest litter: the now 7 1/2 month old Coffee Litter. Olivia is spending the summer next to her boyfriend of many years, Nacho, and her son and daughter; Decaf and Creamer. She should have plenty of time in the next few months to bond with her offspring while on dog walks (and hopefully whisper racing secrets in their ears.) Olivia is still intact and could have more puppies.

Quito (above right) is a Mom of three litters as well and a total of 17 offspring here at SP Kennel. Quito turns 10 years old in June. Her first two litters were fathered by Biscuit and do not resemble their Mother whatsoever. So much so that people forget that Quito is actually their mother. Her only pup, who even slightly resembles her, is Chevie (P.C.) who is from her 7 month old litter fathered by Kosak. Every other pup either looks like "Dad" or some mysterious Milkman. Quito is still intact and could have more puppies.

Quito is Quito. She is the Boss of the yard, the house, any racing team that she is on and any other situation she finds herself in at the time. She is a good mother but isn't overly sensitive. She enjoyed 'harassing' her youngest litter throughout this past winter and wandered over to visit her pups after every training run. These days, when she is running around loose, she doesn't make a point to visit anyone anymore. I guess she feels that at 7 months old her pups should be 'on their own'.

Chica (below left) is sweet and sensitive. She is the Mom of two litters and 6 offspring here at SP Kennel. Chica turns 10 years old in June. Mac is the only pup left at the kennel from her first litter. He was an "oops" breeding, but we sure are happy to have him. He resembles his Momma with his exuberance (when it's time) and mellow (when it's not time) attitude. This 'Jekyll and Hyde' division of personalities is amazing to watch - when they are in harness racing you wouldn't imagine them sleeping soundly indoors on the oriental rug. But, when they are dozing indoors visitors will ask "does this dog ever race?" Chica is spayed and will not have any more puppies. Chica's second litter has a difficult start to life with a major health scare. But now the Five litter is a group of amazingly happy, tough and talented almost 2 year old dogs.

Nutmeg (above right) is a 'go getter' even at age 12 years. She is the Mom of one litter and two offspring here at SP Kennel. She is one of the few retired dogs at SP Kennel who has not graduated to a spot on the couch or throw rug indoors. She is a tough, hardy dog who is opinionated and loud. She has always believed that she's simply the BEST.

Nutmeg is a good Momma. Her two puppies were born later in the summer. Cayenne takes after her Mom as far as 'cocky' personality so she picked on her brother Champ constantly. So, her first winter she shared a pen with her older, bigger half brother, Torch, whereas Champ is truly a Momma's boy and spent the entire winter sharing a pen and a dog house. Sweet!

FYI -- We have no expectant Mothers as of yet this year.
But… we'll keep you informed should "anything" happen.