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.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Happy Birthday McKenzie

Every morning, unlike the other family Nooks who paw me relentlessly until I get up, McKenzie patiently waits at the bedside with a toy gift for the new day. She has always done this. When she was younger, the presentation also included a toy parade around the room, but with age she quietly waits. My day also starts with a game of peek-a-boo. She comes between my legs from behind and pokes her grinning face up under my PJs as I say "peek-a-boo". We both love this game. We both grin.
Today McKenzie turns 13. (I thought 14 but apparently can't add years and was corrected by her breeder). For fun, we performed the requirements of an AKC Obedience test. She was spot on and loved the exercise. McKenzie is getting grey and is a little slow on the run but she is still #1 around here.
BrownStone Birthday Party. Koyuk, McKenzie, Cedar and Trask.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Finally Got Brave (and Brakes)

My Chinooks are the ultimate couch potatoes except in harness where they turn into strong, determined, speed daemons. I have to admit that I have been quite nervous about running Ferrari, my dog rig, since my terrifying spill after the brake cable on my new disc brakes broke. The bike co-op stated that they had never heard of, let alone seen, a broken brake cable until I brought Ferrari back to them. They not only replaced the cable but installed a back-up set of traditional bike brakes. All I needed was the doctor's clearance that I could run and the nerve to actually put my body at risk again. I got the former and tested the latter. With Dave home to pick up the pieces, I took off.
One "hike" and they were off...
 airborne in their excitement.
 We flew...
 and made it around the first corner.
 A mile and the hills later they were still flinging gravel and mud.
By the time we got back home, Cedar was in the lead; Trask provided the power; Koyuk was still running and I was all smiles.
How could I ever deny Team Nookies the opportunity to mush?

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Flowers

This week a pair of jays built a nest in a rhody just outside the house. I can't wait until the eggs hatch and the rhody blooms and test my camera skills on pictures of the brilliant blue birds sitting within a flower haven. Rain is predicted for the next several days so I took advantage of the morning sun to get a closer glimpse of the nest.
Since I was out with the camera, I could not resist playing with exposures while taking pictures of the new spring flowers.
The fog was just lifting off the pond.
 The last daffodil.
The downside of my photo tour was that I could also see how overgrown my gardens are.
The remainder of this beautiful day will be spent pulling weeds.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Trask

I searched the Thesaurus this morning for an adjective for Trask that relates to his constant need to have something in his mouth. But, I came up empty.
Even as a 4 week old puppy, he insisted on carrying on his Buck about rather than posing nicely with it.
Trask proudly parades around with his booty. He was briefly called Trash because spell-check automatically changes his name and his favorite treasurers are frequently from the wastebasket. The dogs all follow me into the bathroom. This week I have taken advantage of pet-me-time by plucking shedding fur clumps. I then deposit them in the wastebasket. Last night Dave was greeted at the door by a snout full of Chinook fur. Unfortunately, I did not have the camera. Trask was quite a sight. Dave was quite confused. I did get some other pictures from this week.
Trask checking out a bone he found.
 Trask helping me in the garden.
 Trask yesterday after his pursuit of a frog.
This morning, Trask scoffed my earring while waking me with kisses. Fortunately after proudly prancing about, he allows me to reach in his mouth to retrieve whatever he has brought to me.
Marleen just sent me this cartoon that sums Trask up:
Hmmm - maybe Trask the Scholar?

This afternoon Trask treated company to his favorite bone.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Lazy Sunday Morning

This is a very rare picture. Dave is never just sitting around in the sun reading the paper. But yesterday was that kind of a morning.
The dogs too took advantage of the warm sunshine.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Fast, Wet, Run

Sunshine! March was quite rainy, even for Oregon. Goals for our first sunny day in a while: plant blueberries; start my annual battle with weeds; and wear out Trask before going to class. (The happy boy is a social butterfly in class with the attention span of a fruit-fly. In human terms he would be the class clown with ADHD).
What better way to wear the dogs out than a long, hard run? The dogs are so familiar with the trails and run so fast, I need to drive the quad full speed just to keep up. I have no photo opportunities until we stop at the back pond over 1.5 miles away where they splash and play with abandon.
  Trask discovered blowing bubbles...
 and catching them in the air.
Once cooled and thirst quenched, we headed off on the long-way-home trail. The ground is saturated. All but the top of the ridges has standing water. Some of my quad tracks are now small streams.
By the time we got home, I was soaked and muddy, as were the dogs and quad. I love my cement floored mud room.
Trask was clean and dry when we got to class but still the active, class clown. However, all was not lost for the day. The blueberries are planted; the dogs had a fun, wet, run; and I waged a decent war with the spring weeds.