A very kind musher on Saturday told me that all Alaskan Huskies go wacky in the fall, when the weather turns cool and all their pent up energy, stifled by the heat of summer, comes zooming out.
|Gins 'splains the rules to the "kiddies." Mouthy little hooligans, aren't they?|
|Gins and his new best friend!|
Guess that's why they call running at full tilt for an hour "the zoomies."
|Gins is an Alaskan Husky, a "pure bred mutt."|
His buddy is a Siberian Husky his same age.
Mr. B kindly took Ginsberg to the dog park this evening as I nursed my knee
(which I am happy to report had NO pain today)
and apparently my crazy pup scared up every game of chase he could.
|Gins LOVED this chocolate lab!|
|Thank you chocolab for chasing Gins!|
|"Ah, the thrill of the chase!"|
He would have nothing to do with "following" any canine.
It was all about getting other dogs to chase him.
Given that a certain comfort with being chased is a quality necessary in a lead dog,
I guess that could be a good thing. We'll just have to wait and see.
|Bye, bye, zoomies|
Whatever position Gins falls into on a team,
I'm pretty sure he'll be wildly happy as long as he's running.
As will I.
On the sled's runners, of course.
Remember my pretty sled?
|She's the one in the front|
Yeah, that one! Can't wait to take her out when the snow piles up!
Here's to wildly happy times,
and may we all have a chance to get the zoomies out!