7:30 am. 13 degrees. It’s a little chilly and I’m on my way into work to water the dogs, pick up poop and possibly booty them for a morning trip. Kris calls and asks me to scrape out the cedar chips from the dog beds in the truck and replace them with hay. I’m happy to be doing something I’m confident I can do fairly well. All the puppies look good this morning as Kris makes his final picks for the race.

Kris is busy sewing harnesses and organizing things for his trip to Montana. When he gets in, we re-organize harnesses for the entire kennel, a job I get. That done and we start setting up sleds for the afternoon run. There’s eight sleds and I realize I won’t get to back out with Kris and the race team, which is a blessing and a curse at the same time. If nothing, I’m stubborn and want a chance to try again. Hopefully I will get that.

The afternoon tour goes smoothly with guests that were very respectful and kept a great pace. E-bear and I got back smoothly. Finished chores and went home to relax for a while!