My dog is a golden retriever. I thought that meant she’d be good at retrieving things, but she’s not. She loves catching, but things usually drop first or bounce before she gets them. Occasionally she’ll catch a Frisbee in the air and we clap and congratulate her as she trots back to us with a BIG SMILE.
Ginger: [Pant, pant, pant] Did you see that catch! Did you see it? I can die happy now! That was a great catch! Continue reading
Ginger, the sled dog, loves winter. This is due to her genetic nose disorder–called Snow Nose–which gives her the false illusion that she’s an Alaskan Husky training for the Iditarod.
Even though Ginger dreams of running with the world’s elite snow doggies in this grueling race, if you’ve read past posts, you will know that if Ginger ever entered the Iditarod, she would lose! LAST PLACE! LAME-O! LOSER! Sorry, girl…but you know deep inside its true. (I’m talking to Ginger now)
You just don’t have the stamina to do a 1,049 mile race. Nor do you have the willpower to resist eating all that Alaskan snow between Anchorage and Nome. When you tired after about 100 feet and laid down to start eating the fluffy white stuff, the other dogs on your team would hate you…and maybe gang up on you and throw you to the side to be eaten by a polar bear (which I’ve heard isn’t a fun experience). Continue reading