Dog Sledding

A friend of mine got a kicksled from her hubby for Christmas. I headed over there with the camera this afternoon to catch some of the action. (Really, I just wanted some cuddle time with her puppers.) She also wanted another individual with opposable thumbs around to dial 9-1-1 should things end upside down in a snow bank.

Storm and Natty Gann made a show for me of bitey-face play romps.

Then I kicked the soccer ball for Meridian a couple ... dozen hundred ... times.

Storm then began to complain about the cold and seek out a den to hibernate in
until summer returned.

Storm retired to the house, and it was time to get down to business. Natty Gann was up today as she is totally fearless and appeared quite keen to check out the sled ... or maybe she was just plotting a way to weasel a walk out of us.

Wrong end of the sled there, Natty.

No, sleds don't go up stairs very well.

Now we're getting somewhere!

Atta girl!

"What do you mean we gotta turn around!? Walkies are THAT way!"

They are kinda getting the hang of this!

That kicksled looks totally cool! (Do people say "totally" anymore?) I can just picture Storm, Meridian, and Natty all harnessed up and tearing down the street. So fun!