BrownStone Chinooks is devoted to fostering the excellent health and wonderful temperament of Chinook dogs. Hard-working Chinooks excel in many activities such as agility, obedience, back yard play, hiking, dog powered sports, search and rescue, and as service dogs. The affectionate Chinook is an excellent family dog matching its activity level to that of its companions - be it strenuous exercise or snuggling on the couch.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Two Week Catch-up

I have to concede that the winter-that-wasn't is over. I finally took the "Let it Snow!" signs down. The unused dog sleds and skis are put away. Daffodils, crocus and plum trees are in bloom. While the blizzards rage on the east coast, the dogs and I are soaking in our unseasonably bright and warm "winter". February 17th found me doing taxes, wearing a "Life-Is-Good" tee, while sitting in the sun with a cup of coffee and dogs by my side. (Yes February - this picture of the Iditarod Litter was taken March 30, 2010)
 February 17th, 2015
During the entire "winter" the dogs have enjoyed vigorous games of Chinook tag on the bare lawn.
After the sun was high enough to break over the ridge behind the house, riotous play was followed with lying in the sun on the back porch.
Cedar and Koyuk have blown their winter under coats. Trask still carries his and prefers the coolness of the lawn to rest in.
Trask, Cedar and Koyuk February 21, 2015
Last weekend, Dave decided to fix the porch sliding doors. To keep the dogs from continually kissing and otherwise "helping", they were put inside. Fron there, Trask supervised Dave's every move.
Until Friday, last week was all play and hanging out for the BrownStone Pack.
Friday brought rain and Tule Loowit. Unfortunately my waterproof camera had a dead battery so I missed pictures of Tule, Trask, Cedar and Koyuk taking a long, wet run over the ridge to the back pond and back. Once home, the four, very muddy, dogs took a swim in the pond by the house; were given a toweling to dry off and a treat; then Tule, pronounced cured of her "cabin-fever", went home. Trask howled as sorrowful as any left-behind wolf for a solid 1/2 hour after she departed. He LOVES his sister Tule.
Today is again sunny. More flowers have burst forth. Vegetables are sprouting in the greenhouse. All thoughts now are "Don't Let it Snow!"