Every year we lose a few good workers at the end of February and into March. B-bear had his knee hurt and now Beagle has left us. He was offered a job in Arizona that he couldn’t turn down. It was sad to see him go, but we had a great party the night before. So now it’s E-bear, Joel, Stu-bird, Kris, Sara and me. Not a lot of people.

The sun’s been shining down at a balmy 38 degrees the last couple of days and could spell disaster for our trail. We need a bit more snow if we’re going to make it into April. It’s been a surprisingly dry, cold winter. Now that spring is here, I’m not sure I want more snow, except that it’s hard on the dogs to run in warm weather.

I revisited the site of the dog sledding fiasco last night. The hill I fell off on was really pretty steep, so I felt a bit better about that. It was a beautiful night with the sun warming me and Alma Rose on the way up and the sun set greeting us on the way down. The views from up there spread out over Routt County and stirred the adventerous part of my soul.

At the kennel, the dogs have been wreaking havoc with the full moon. I was met by three loose dogs the other day, which wasn’t a surprise as soon as I saw the cute blue-eyed female that had pulled out of her collar and was sitting demurely waiting for the gentlemen’s attentions.

I got them all put back, only to have another male run up to me with kisses. His line had caught with another and released him. The last dog ran back to his house from admist the other dogs as soon as he saw baited water coming around.

The tours have been smooth with some great guests who were enthusiastic and respectful of the dogs.

I even got a day to go through and spend some time with each of them like I normally do in the summer.

Little Turbo who had a bit of a bug is back and full of energy. I was scolded at Kris’ house when he had the holiday party that Turbo hadn’t jumped up on anyone in three days except me. We have a special bond, Turbo and I. He’s a sweet little dog!

More to report soon.