The Kollmans

Life and Times of Taken a sum Doodum

At 1412 February 29, 2008

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The Kollmans are in Aberdeen for a few days. Actually, Liza has been here since last Sunday, and will stay until the 8th or 9th. Tony came to Aberdeen on Wednesday, and plans to stay until Saturday night or early Sunday morning. He’s got rehearsals and studio time, so he can’t be here the whole time. We are dog sitting, house sitting, and casino-sitting for Mark and Diane while they are gone to Alaska.

So far, the time has flown, as it seems like there is always something else to do on the list. The dog yard needs to be fed and watered at least once a day – and that’s 12 full size sled dogs who reside in the back yard. They get tuna-water meals and dry food meals. There are also three “indoor” sled dogs who are currently in the garage. Two are older dogs who live in a garage kennel and need to be fed and watered – one is a sled dog who was recently injured and therefore is recuperating in the garage.

We also have the casino to take care of. That pretty much runs itself, but there are always little things that need to be done, not to mention we have to be on call should they need anything in the evenings or when the manager isn’t there. So, we have to be sure to stop down there each day.

The little dogs are rather a pain, as well. Mark and Diane have three Alaskan Klee Kai that live in their house. We have three that live in our house in  Howard Lake. It seems like it could just be a matter of taking our three and mixing them with their three – but that isn’t the case. Our females, Willie and Daisy, absolutely despise Mark and Diane’s female, Libby. So, we have to keep the dogs pretty  much apart. Wicket, Ringo, and Rx get along with everyone, so its usually just a matter of making sure that Daisy and Willie are in one place and Libby is in another. It makes it really hard though, because six small dogs have to eat and drink a lot, and go out to potty a lot, plus have plenty of time to play as well.

On top of that, there is the added stress of living in a house that isn’t OUR house – and a house that Liza hasn’t live in full time for 8 years. Not quite sure where the right pans are for cooking, or where they keep the toilet paper, or what the sounds the house makes a night are. Its tough to get all of our regular work done plus doing everything here as well. But, it is kind of like  a working vacation – as there is a much bigger bed, a hot tub, and Direct TV with the DVR. We definitely could get used to being able to watch our TV shows whenever we want to, and going in a hot tub each night. But, as for the dogs and the rest of it – its going to be a LONG week until Mark and Michael get home from Alaska!

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Two Places February 25, 2008

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Well, the Kollmans are currently in two different places. Liza has gone to Aberdeen to spend two weeks house and dog sitting for her parents. Diane is in Alaska until March 21st, and Michael and Mark head to Alaska to visit and explore on Tuesday the 26th. They will stay in Alaska until March 6th or so – depending on whether or not they get their flight bumped on purpose to stay longer. Liza is going to spend the next couple of weeks at their house. She’s in charge of 12 full size sled dogs in the back yard, four little dogs in the house (she took Wicket and Rx with her) , as well as the casino.

Tony is still in Howard Lake. He’s got two small dogs with him and is taking care of the house and doing the usual job-hunting and practicing as well as spending studio time. He is hoping to come to Aberdeen for a few days this week to help Liza out!

That’s what we’re up to!

 

More Doggie Adventures February 19, 2008

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Well, yesterday was technically a holiday, so I decided that I’d take the day off. We had been trying to figure out how to get Diane’s dog Rx from Aberdeen to Howard Lake in time for A.) Diane to leave for Alaska (Rx is a big pain for Mark to handle,) and B.) for Rx and Willie to mate again, as its been a year since their last litter and we are excited to have another one. We knew that Diane was leaving TODAY, in the afternoon, and also knew that Rx and Willie need to mate sometime today, tomorrow, or even Thursday or Friday. After pondering our options, we decided that we’d meet Mark in Summit and he could bring Rx. That way, he’d only have to drive one hour there and one hour back, and Diane could stay at home and keep packing for her trip. We didn’t mind driving 3 hours there and 3 hours back. We like to drive, and its good quality time together to talk.

Yesterday was also the day of Wicket’s surgery. So, we dropped him off at the clinic at 9, and left immediately for Summit. We were supposed to meet Mark around 12:30, and we hoped that we could be back to pick up Wicket by 4. That’s pretty much what we did – except that we stayed and talked to Mark for about 45 minutes and so were a little late leaving Summit with Rx. However, we got to the clinic before closing time to pick up Wicket. He had a bandage on his foot and was a little big groggy, but was still glad to see his family plus his cousin Rx.

We got home a little after five and started to settle everyone in. Having Rx here is more of an adventure than you’d think. Usually, adding one dog onto three dogs really isn’t that big of a deal – once you have a pack mentality and you have it under control, you can add another dog or two and it shouldn’t change things, really. Except that Rx is a little bit special in a couple of ways. First of all, he is an intact male, meaning that he likes to pee all over the house because we have both Willie and Daisy, who are intact as well. Secondly, he’s very chaotic, for a dog. He is rather jumpy and quite spaz-y. So, adding him is really like adding two or three more dogs. He needs to wear a doggie diaper in the house, and also needs to be tied to his bed when he sleeps, because he gets too jumpy and crazy in the middle of the night and in the morning. He really does better with the structure and routine that Diane has at her house – we’re a little too much of a “go with the flow” situation for him to handle well.

Anyway, we had the diapers figured out, and he was snuffing his way around his new house without any major problems. I brought Wicket up to the office with me so that he could lay down, and did about an hour’s worth of work on the computer, since I hadn’t been home all day. Around six I shut down my computer and turned off the lights, and brought Wicket with me to go downstairs for the rest of the evening.

When I got to the living room, I saw that the dogs had pulled some stuff off of the kitchen table. As I bent down to investigate it, I saw that two of the things they had pulled down and taken to the living room were two small plastic bags that had held Wicket’s medicine. The blue pills, which were antibiotic to prevent infection, where still in their baggie. But, the other plastic bag, which had held 9 pills of a pain medicine called Rimadyl, was torn in half and completely empty.

I knew that Wicket had been with me the whole time – so that left our two other dogs, Willie and Daisy, and Diane’s dog Rx. I know that Rx likes to eat anything he can get his face into – without even chewing, but I also knew that Daisy, who happens to be Rx’s daughter, likes to eat as much as she can too.

The first thing I did was to try to call the vet where we had gotten the medicine. There was no answer at that clinic, so I called the number of the 24 hour vet in Eden Prairie. They suggested that the best thing to do would be to call the Animal Poison Control Center – which is a toll free number attached to a paid service. You give them the situation and the information about your animal, and they tell you what course to take, what types of things to do, and how the poison could affect your pet. So, I called there and told them what had happened. They ran a few worst case scenarios (if Willie, Daisy, or Rx had managed to eat all 9 pills) and told us that the best thing we could do is induce vomiting in all three dogs and see if we could find any of the pills.

Now, let me tell you, THAT was quite the interesting encounter. We had to give all three dogs a spoonful of hydrogen peroxide, which makes them throw up. Then, we had to make sure that they didn’t eat any of the throw up, and THEN we had to go through the throw up to see if we could find any pills.

I was in the living room, in charge of watching for a dog to throw up, and then picking up the dog and making sure the other dogs didn’t try to eat the throw up. It went a little something like this. Daisy threw up first, and I picked her up and called to Tony to come get the throw up. He was in the kitchen going through it when I said ‘Oh, Rx is throwing up!” and so he came back with another rag while I tried to keep Rx AND Daisy from eating this pile of throw up. No sooner had he taken that puke to the kitchen, then Willie was throwing up on the rug by the front door. I went to pick her up, only to see DAisy throwing up again by the TV. Rx followed, of course, and then Willie ran off into the porch to puke some more on the couch out there. Meanwhile, we’re trying to keep injured Wicket from eating any of the puke, or getting into the hydrogen perixode-soaked food that we used to make them puke. I finally put him in the kennel.

I’m pretty sure that we had at least 8 dog throw-ups to deal with, all over the living room floor. It was not pretty, and it was not fun. I gagged several times. In the end, we didn’t find any pills, but the poison control center agreed that if they had puked that much they had thrown up any pills they might have eaten.

We went to bed pretty early, last night. I did not, in any way, feel like cooking. But Tony made corn meal muffins for us. And we attempted to relax. We got up this morning and went to our Vet in Waverly. She told us that we had done everything exactly right, and that in her opinion there was nothing to worry about when it came to our dogs.

How’s that for GROSS?

 

Lazy Weekend February 17, 2008

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Again! After our stressful Wednesday night, we came home and pretty much have been resting ever since. Our bodies (and Wicket’s, too) were so sore Thursday and Friday, and even a little bit yesterday, that we haven’t been able to do much. This is the first weekend in a long time where we’ve had no plans, so we’ve been just hanging out at home at watching some TV. I got a few projects done around the house yesterday, and Tony’s been shoveling the snow and doing some things on his list as well. We have a busy Monday planned, however. Wicket has surgery starting at 9 AM to get this weird growth taken off of his foot. We are then driving to Summit (in South Dakota) so that we can meet Mark and Diane and pick up Rx. Rx, for any of you that don’t know, is one of my mom’s Alaskan  Klee Kai. He is our breeding male, and we just noticed that Willie is going to into season again. Its been a year since her last litter, so we are going to breed her this go around. But, for that, we need Rx! Plus, my mom leaves for Alaska on Tuesday, and even though I’m heading to Aberdeen on Sunday to help out, it will help out GREATLY if we have Rx this week. Rx is a good dog, but he is very hard to handle. It will be much less stress on my dad and Michael if Rx is at our house for this week. Anyway, Summit is about 3 hours for us, so we’ll drop of Wicket at 9, drive to Summit, get Rx, drive back, and get home in just enough time to pick up Wicket before 4. Then, we’ll have a full house of dogs for a week or so.

Waiting, too, for the UPS guy to show up with our Wii. Our Valentine’s Day present (plus our 6+ months of marriage present) to ourselves. That should be sometime Tuesday we hope!

Anyway, dog toys spread out on the living room floor, still in our jammies, and enjoying our weekend. Hope you all are too!

 

Near Tragedy February 14, 2008

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(post by liza)

Last night was the most emotionally and physically trying night of our married life. We had a near-tragedy, which was only adverted by intervention which was beyond our control. We both feel extremely lucky today, and very thankful.

Last night was Wicket’s 4th doggie class. Things had been going so well in his class that we really felt like Wicket was coming a long way with sitting, staying, and even the recall command. We were so proud of him, but the one area that we knew he needed work was in his comfort level with Tony. He still seemed distracted by me at Doggie class, and really wasn’t interested in listening to Tony during class. So, I had the *bright* idea that perhaps Wicket would do better at class if I dropped them off. If Wicket didn’t see me LEAVE the class, meaning I let Tony and Wicket out of the car and then I drove away for awhile, I thought that he would do better during the class because he would be less distracted and able to focus more. So, that’s what we did. We drove to the city like usual and at in the food court at Eden Prairie Center like we usually did. Then, we drove over to the Petco and pulled up in front of the store. Tony got out of the van with Wicket and I got the in driver’s seat. He went inside, and I drove over to the Target that was in the mall. I spent about twenty minutes at Target before I got back into the van to head back to the Petco.

I knew something was wrong the moment I parked the car and walked towards the door. Standing right inside the automatic sliding door was our dog trainer, Zack, and another woman who had a husky dog in the class. I smiled at them, and they just looked at me. Then, the lady said “Wicket ran away, and your husband ran after him.”

I thought my heart was going to stop, and then I immediately went into emergency mode. I knew a couple of things right off the bat. First of all, our dogs are runners. They come from the Northern breeds – the breeds who have running in their blood and who loved to do nothing BUT run. When we take them to (enclosed) dog parks, we always laugh at how they run so fast it appears that their feet are moving independently from their bodies. I also knew that Wicket is a very scared, VERY skittish dog, a result of being raised for the first 8 months of his life in a kennel situation with hardly any human contact, and very little contact with other dogs. A quick look around me told me something of the lay out of the area. If you’ve never been to Eden Prairie, you can think about any shopping/commercial district anywhere in the cities. The Petco is in a strip mall across a road from Eden Prairie Center. Surrounding the buildings are quite a few huge roads. 212 goes right past the area, and 494 is very close by. There are frontage roads, regular roads, and highways all within walking distance. Stores, hotels, restaurants, and also several heavily wooded areas – a couple of nature preserves. It was hands down, the worst possible area for a dog to get lost, especially a scared dog. We were more than 50 miles away from our home, in an area that he only knew going from the parking lot to the inside of the store.

I found out later that what had happened was that Tony had been in the aisle of the store with him, which is the way that all Petco dog training classes are conducted. He’d been working on the same commands that Wicket’s been doing (and doing well) for the last few weeks. Sitting, staying, etc. Tony was doing exactly what we always did. After he’d given the sit and stay commands, he dropped the leash to walk away a few feet – like we’d been doing for weeks with no problems. However, after he did this and said “stay”, Wicket got up instead and walked towards the end of the aisle. He left the aisle, and at that point he saw the big German Shepard that he just doesn’t like – the one that always scares him when we go to class. Tony said that he took one look at that other dog, and walked towards the exit. He was going to take a turn towards the cashier, but at that moment a customer came around the corner and spooked him, sending him directly towards the doors – which, at Petcos, open automatically when the sensor sees anything in front of them. The door opened, and Wicket ran out into the night. Tony said that a security guard tried to help him right away – as Wicket was wandering amongst the cars in the parking lot, but the security guard was another male voice that Wicket didn’t recognize, and he soon bolted from the parking lot and headed across one of the roads. Tony went after him – without a coat, or his phone, and he’d been gone for about ten minutes when I showed up at the Petco.

I really didn’t know what to do after they told me Wicket had run away – but they were able to point me in the direction that Tony had gone. I thought about taking the van ,but I realized that I didn’t know my way around the area very well, and crisscrossing roads would be very difficult. So, I went on foot in the direction that they had gone. I headed across the parking lot, through a ditch, and was about to cross a road when I caught a glimpse of Tony out of the corner of my eye – across another road, through a huge parking lot. He was waving at me, so I hurried to meet him. He said that he’d lost sight of Wicket around a few more corners and around the side of a hotel, and was coming back to find me. Together, we went in the direction he’d last seen him. He told me along the way that people had been stopping in their cars to tell him that they’d seen a dog running this way or that way, and also that at one point Wicket had stopped traffic by running out into the middle of a road and stopping. Tony tried to get close enough to him at that point, but he’d gotten scared again and taken off across the street once more.

We followed Tony’s back trail and came up on a parking garage. It was starting to snow heavily by this time, as it had been snowing lightly for about a half hour before that. I thought that maybe Wicket had sought shelter in the parking garage, so I told Tony to guard the entrance, and I would go on ahead to see if I could pick up a trail or see any sight of him. I just kept telling myself that we would find him, that there would be no way that we’d have to go home without him. I kept telling myself that there would be help, that we’d get the help we needed, and we’d find our dog. I did not allow myself to think of the possibility that we wouldn’t.

After I left Tony by the parking garage, I walked up a hill and was faced with a couple of choices. To my right was a path leading into some woods. Across the street were a bunch of residential houses and huge snow banks. I had no idea where the dog would have gone – or if he had even come in that direction. At any rate, I crossed the street towards the houses, thinking that maybe he wanted to find a house – our house – and be home again. After I crossed the street I realized there there were so many directions that he could have gone in, and I had no idea where he would be. I also had no idea where I was – I’d lost track of where 212 and 494 were – lost track of the Petco and the direction from which I’d come. So, I said out loud ” I need help. I don’t know where to go. I know that we’re going to find him, but I need help right now”. Then, I raised my voice and shouted Wicket’s name.

And he barked. I heard his sharp bark  from across the street, back in the direction from which I’d come. He was off to the right, in the wooded area. Twice more I shouted his name and twice more he barked for me. I knew that I was at least on the right trail. I headed back across the road and shouted to Tony that I knew which direction to go in.

The next half hour or so is pretty much a blur. Sometimes we saw Wicket ahead of us – running along the side of streets, or on the top of hills in the woods. I kept seeing him way off in the distance, but by the time I ran through ditches and knee deep snow he was gone again so I could only keep following where I knew he’d gone. Tony was well behind me, thinking that if I came across him I’d be able to get him to come to me, but that Tony  might spook him even more. At one point, I realized that we were entering a nature preserve, and walking along what looked like a bike or running trail. This is where I could see his tracks – doggie tracks with the distinct drag track of a leash in the snow. So I kept following those. At one point I got so exhausted and realized that I had been holding my purse against my side for the last 45 minutes, trudging through the snow in my sneakers, pants, and casual winter coat. I dropped my purse in the direct center of the path, knowing that my husband would pick it up as he came across it.

Wicket’s trail led us to the bottom of a valley in the nature preserve, in a place where there was a huge transformer, many trees, and lots of undergrowth. Then, it simply stopped. The trail stopped by a log in the snow, and we couldn’t find it, no matter how hard we looked.

We climbed up a steep embankment to get out of the nature preserve, and this was when I decided that we needed more help. I knew that we could no longer find him on our own, because the trail was missing and we had no idea where he could have gone. I noticed that while I’d been searching, the Petco had called my cell phone. I called them back to see if they had heard anything, and asked if there were numbers for animal control or the police that I could call. Since I was out there in the middle of nowhere, with  no idea of where we were, and no way to write down numbers, the woman suggested that I call 911 for help.

Which I did. The first thing I did was apologize for calling 911. But, after I had explained the situation to the woman on the other end, she was extremely helpful and told me that if I could tell her a little bit about where I was she’d send a police officer and animal control to me. All I could tell her was that I was near the parking lot of a Costco – which is the same thing I’d told the cashier at Petco. The dispatcher told me she was sending someone. Meanwhile, the snow was coming down harder, and the wind was picking up. We were standing in a Costco parking lot, finally realizing how cold we were, and feeling very hopeless. I still refused to let myself believe that we’d have anything other than a happy ending, however. I felt that if I only believed hard enough that it would work out – it would.

About that time, Zack, our dog trainer, showed up in the parking lot of the Costco. We decided that he would take Tony back to the store to get the van, and I would wait for the police. They left, and eventually animal control showed up. I talked to both a deputy in an unmarked pick up, and an actual animal control officer in a truck. The latter put me in the passenger seat of his truck and told me that I shouldn’t worry – they almost always find lost dogs in the city. Tony called me at about that time, to ask me if I had the van keys in my pocket – which of course I did. So I told him to stay put, and the animal control officer would take me back to the store.

We decided to backtrack our trail though, on the way back, just to see if anything turned up. When we got close to the nature preserve, I saw that the deputy had pulled his truck into it and was wandering around, shining his flashlight. This made me feel very good, because I realized that we did now have help, and that  we were no longer looking alone. The officer I was with continued to drive, and thought the same thing I did about the parking garage once we got to it. He was about to pull in to have a look when a car drove right up along side us and rolled down their windows. It was a man and a woman and she said “are you looking for a dog? We just chased one into the wooded area by the fire department”. The animal control officer thanked them and took off for that area. I still have no idea where it was – but when we pulled in his headlights shone up this huge embankment to a line of trees, and standing in the headlights, I saw Wicket.

I jumped out of the truck before it had stopped, and ran as fast as I could up the embankment. When I got to the top, he was nowhere in sight. But, I could see that there was a long line of trees that extended perpendicular to where I stood. On one side, my side, was an embankment that led back down to the fire department. The trees stretched for a few hundred yards in both directions, but behind the trees I could see a fence, which meant that Wicket would not have been able to escape in that direction. Good thing too, as 494 was beyond the fence.

I walked for a little ways towards the trees, calling for him softly. The officer had gone in the other direction ,and was going to circle back around to meet up with me. Suddenly, Wicket was there, standing right in front of me. He was about 10 feet away, looking at me, trying to figure out if I was who he thought I was. Instead of moving towards him, I dropped to my knees in the snow and called to him in my sweetest “mama” voice. he looked at me, started to grin his doggie grin, and ran right to me. I was able to catch his leash, but instead of taking any chances I scooped him up and carried him back to the truck.

He was covered in snow and ice from head to foot. One of the pads on his foot was cracked open and bleeding. Also, the growth on his foot that we are getting removed on Monday was opened a little bit and bleeding as well. But, other than that, he was perfectly fine. The officer drove me back to the Petco, where Tony was waiting for us.

We were out in the snow for about an hour and a half, and estimate that we chased him about three miles around the area, across roads, up and down embankments, and in deep snow. By the time we got home we were soaked from head to toe, and driving in a fierce blizzard. We are all very sore today.  Tony and I have trouble walking up and down the steps. Wicket is taking lots of naps and not quite back to bounding around like usual. He is quite reserved and seems to simply want to sleep near me. His foot looks much better though, and he’s not limping at all.

We are counting our blessings today – that is for sure. We are so grateful for the fact that we were indeed, not alone. We had help, and we had faith, and it carried us through an extremely traumatic night. Anyone who knows us knows that these dogs are our babies – and we are so grateful that we were able to bring Wicket home, safe and sound.

We’re not quite sure if he’ll be going to doggie class again next week. I think he’s made his point perfectly clear as to how he feels about it….

 

Lifting Spirits February 12, 2008

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Last night we got out of the house, at the same time, in the evening, for once! Tony often goes to practice or to the studio in the evenings, while Liza spends lots of her evening time working or relaxing with the dogs at home. It was nice to both get dressed up and go out for a bit. We went down to Bunkers on Washington Street to meet some friends. Josh (Junebug’s old bassist) was in town, and Sarah, Dustin, and Bryna were going out to Bunkers. Gabe, the guy who heads up Junebug’s recording gig, was also there.  Dr. Mambo’s Combo plays at Bunkers every Sunday and Monday night, and its become the place to be on those evenings. We wish that we got there MORE, because it is such a rawking good time.

We ate at a nice little place before we met our friends, right down on Washington as well. We ate at JD Hoyts, which is right next to Deja Vu, the strip club. Dinner was an extremely pleasant time for us. The staff was very friendly, the food was excellent, and it was just an all around great place. Around 9:30 we headed over to Bunkers to meet our friends and enjoy the combo.  Dinner out and live music with friends is a perfect way to spend a  Monday night – as well as to raise up some wintertimebluesy spirits.

Wicket has his second-to-last doggie class tomorrow night. And Thursday is our first married Valentine’s Day!

PS, check out our photo albums for pictures from the Obama rally and Crosslake Sled Dog Derby!

 

Sled Dog Race in Crosslake, Minnesota February 11, 2008

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This weekend was yet another sled dog race. This time it was held in Crosslake, Minnesota. We drove up there (only about 130 miles) on Friday afternoon. My parents had rented us a room in the Pine Peaks Lodge, which was about 2 blocks away from the starting line for the race.

As usual, there were two heats for the race. Mark and Michael were both entered into the 4 dog sport division. They raced once on Saturday morning and once on Sunday morning. The trails were good, the races were good – the weather was very, very cold. The 4 dog sport division and the 4 dog pro division were both in the same race. That meant that there were 13 mushers all racing in the same race. Some of them were in the pro division and some were in the sport division. Pro was for mushers who had done this many times before – sport was for novices.

The races were a bit more stressed on Saturday then they were on Sunday. Saturday we parked very far away from the starting line, because that was where Mark was directed to park. It took a good 10 minutes to haul the teams from the dog  truck to the starting line. With two teams, Mark’s and Michael’s, and only three other people (Tony, Liza, and Diane) to help get those teams to the starting line, it was very stressful. On Saturday the entire group took Michael’s team to the line about 20 minutes before the race, and tied them to a tree near the line. We left Tony in charge of the team, and the rest of us headed back to get Mark’s team. Both boys had to be at the starting line within a minute of each other, so it was quite stressful to get them there. They had a pretty good race on Saturday, although a girl named Mariah caused some problems, as her sled tipped over, causing Michael to smash into it. Her dogs also nipped at Michael’s dogs as they went past. Mark had to stop to help Michael and Mariah untangle their teams as well. Therefore, both of them wanted to improve their times for Sunday.

Sunday’s race went off a bit easier, because Mark defied the orders of the Race Marshall and found a parking spot right near the starting line. Therefore, we were all able to help get both teams to the start right before the chute times. On Sunday, both boys started in the chute at the same time, so that was a little worrisome – but it worked out well. Sunday’s race times were much better than Saturday’s. Michael shaved off about 3 minutes, Mark shaved off about 5 minutes.

We headed back home to Howard Lake shortly after the racing was done on Sunday. However, we got a phone call on the way, telling us that they’d gotten the results from the 4 dog sport. Michael got 1st place, and Mark got 4th place! Yay for both of them!

We had a fantastic time helping out Over The Hill Kennels this weekend, and hope to do it sometime soon! Liza ended up a bit sick after the weekend was done, so this week will probably be a bit slower than it should be!