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Url Gets The Job Done!

ryan — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 13:44:29 -0700

This year, for our annual hike to/from Cowee Cabin for Bill's anniversary, since we have the baby we had to figure out a new way of lugging all our overnight gear. So we borrowed a harness and made use of Url's boundless energy. On the way out he didn't fair so well in the insanely deep snow, but some of that was our fault for being newbies at the sled thing (it kept wanting to corkscrew). On the way back the rain had packed the snow down nicely, plus I installed some stabilizing straps on the sled to allow us to control its torque and Url championed that thing! Good job Url! You earned mega points and an "A" grade for your performance.

Here's some footage of the stroll:

Feeding the Animal

ryan — Thu, 03 Jan 2008 12:08:17 -0700

Meadow loves giving Url the dog his scoops of food, and lastnight discovered the joys of feeding her other favorite little furry creature: Elmo! First she discovered Elmo would hold on to the doggy nugget, then she was so proud she was showing us he had it in his mouth.

Hunny Bear

ryan — Thu, 05 May 2005 00:50:30 -0600

We had to put our Hunny Bear down. Her joints were just too achy and she could hardly stand anymore. It's no fun being a dog when you can't be a dog.

We like to think of Hunny heaven as something like this: A soft and mossy rainforest with what appear to be slow moving porcupines all over the place. Except they're not porcupines. Their quills are like dandelions out to seed and their innards are roast lamb. So that when honey chomps them the "quills" all float away leaving her with the lovely warm juicy meat inside. Perhaps each porcupine is a different kind of meat. Some of her favorites included pork, chicken, bear, moose, cow, plastic, etc.

Here's a lil musical montage we made of our beloved doggy!

We love you and miss you Hunny!

Hunny was born somewhere in the pacific northwest, sometime around 1997. She was a pound puppy rescued by Laura's aunt. Often during the year's Laura joked with her aunt that Hunny should move from Seattle to Alaska. And one day, her aunt said "OK!".

So Hunny came to AK where she transitioned from city dog to Call of the Wild. She avidly flopped into streams, and swam in the surf, and loved killing the porcupine, regardless of the cost (on our part) and the bloodshed (on her part). One time, she actually came out of the woods with a porc dangling from her mouth, nearly ripped in have. Her face and inside her mouth were covered in quills. And she was so proud. It took Lu and I three hours and a dose of doggy-downers to yank each quill.

Hunny's joints progressively got worse over the course of her life. And finally after a full-suite x-ray the vet noticed a fracture in her pelvis, long-since healed. He surmised that she'd been hit by a car (or some other trauma) as a puppy and the wound healed naturally. Poor gieue! The end result was that she was in a lot pain. This caused her to not move around much, which allowed the arthritis to grow.

What I remember most about Hunny? Cuddling with her and soft fur. She was a great cuddler!