We were at the Rocky Mountain Sled Dog Championship Races today, outside of Soda Springs, Idaho. The weather was beautiful. The dogs were tearing it up! It was a wonderful celebration that honored the sport of mushing in the very best way. I’ve been obsessed with dog power for a few years now and being able to watch these races only makes the obsession worse. All day long I’ve been trying to convince Robert I need one or two more German shorthaired pointers so I can complete a skijor team or small sled team. We’ll be out again tomorrow watching the races and later in the afternoon, I’ll be competing in the skijor race. If I win, I will be a skijorista (Or is that skijoritista? I can never get the jargons for anything quite right…). Wish me luck! Tater Tot is going to pull like a brute. He’s lucky I am light as a feather.