More Dogs, More Sleds, Hockey
So The Mrs., The Boy and I went to a Mush for Kids Event. Really, a very nice thing. All sorts of dogs (many larger than ponies) were there. One of the first things that we saw is captured in the picture below:
My first thought was that this was quite a canine con artist. I mean, he'd talked (woofed?) his way into being pulled around on a sled. Quite a feat for a 12.5 pound dog. Even better, he'd convinced his human to wear a dog suit. Reminded me very much of the scene in Planet of the Apes where Heston says . . . "It's a madhouse!"
Well, I really don't think that we have to worry about the dogs taking over, (they still don't have thumbs - that, my friend, is what we have to worry about) but the dogs ruled this day.
There is something wholesome about dogs and kids, somehow they know and deal with each other on some sort of unconscious level. Our Dog, when she's out with The Boy, won't leave his side. Maybe it's because he still wipes food all over his clothes, and she just knows he has bacon in his pockets.
Anyway, there was mushing that kids could do, and two varieties of that. The first was an exceptionally short course. The Boy got on the sled (below) with two other young men, and bravely faced the parking lot.
Top speed in this event was almost walking speed. The boy was in front.
Since it was in the 30's (above freezing!) we had left our gloves at home. It was, however, just a bit colder than we'd anticipated, so we opted away from the 700' (this isn't much of an exaggeration) line for the longer course. The Boy, The Mrs. and I walked back toward our car, parked with just about every other Fairbanks parent alongside of the road. A nice firewoman gave The Boy a plastic firehat (he's wearing it now) and we stopped by a net that the UAF Nanooks (earlier post on hockey here) had set up and he played with one of the college players. They related as well as a college guy could to a four year old, though they don't have many common interests beyond walking, eating, and watching the Three Stooges on Spike.
The Boy wanted to hold the stick with one hand. A very nice player attempted to explain the rules - put the puck in the net, and then raise your hands and go, "wooooo," which is all most people really need to know about hockey. The Boy finally managed to do that, but then drew a two minute minor for whacking the goalie with his stick during the celebration.
My first thought was that this was quite a canine con artist. I mean, he'd talked (woofed?) his way into being pulled around on a sled. Quite a feat for a 12.5 pound dog. Even better, he'd convinced his human to wear a dog suit. Reminded me very much of the scene in Planet of the Apes where Heston says . . . "It's a madhouse!"
Well, I really don't think that we have to worry about the dogs taking over, (they still don't have thumbs - that, my friend, is what we have to worry about) but the dogs ruled this day.
There is something wholesome about dogs and kids, somehow they know and deal with each other on some sort of unconscious level. Our Dog, when she's out with The Boy, won't leave his side. Maybe it's because he still wipes food all over his clothes, and she just knows he has bacon in his pockets.
Anyway, there was mushing that kids could do, and two varieties of that. The first was an exceptionally short course. The Boy got on the sled (below) with two other young men, and bravely faced the parking lot.
Top speed in this event was almost walking speed. The boy was in front.
Since it was in the 30's (above freezing!) we had left our gloves at home. It was, however, just a bit colder than we'd anticipated, so we opted away from the 700' (this isn't much of an exaggeration) line for the longer course. The Boy, The Mrs. and I walked back toward our car, parked with just about every other Fairbanks parent alongside of the road. A nice firewoman gave The Boy a plastic firehat (he's wearing it now) and we stopped by a net that the UAF Nanooks (earlier post on hockey here) had set up and he played with one of the college players. They related as well as a college guy could to a four year old, though they don't have many common interests beyond walking, eating, and watching the Three Stooges on Spike.
The Boy wanted to hold the stick with one hand. A very nice player attempted to explain the rules - put the puck in the net, and then raise your hands and go, "wooooo," which is all most people really need to know about hockey. The Boy finally managed to do that, but then drew a two minute minor for whacking the goalie with his stick during the celebration.
posted by John | 10:36 AM
3 Comments:
Hahaha!!!!
You see, that would be MY LUCK! If I had any "sled dogs," they would be the ones in the sled.
Don't laugh. Dogs rule! http://www.boardsmag.com/screeningroom/commercials/995/
It's a madhouse! A MAAAADHOOOOUSE!
great blog. I loved the post below too and the photo of London bridge melting. I'm sending that around!
cheers,
LingLing
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