So it is still cold enough in the shade to freeze a dog bowl
full of water and two days ago when I woke up, it was -33 degrees, but you
better believe it, it looks like the worst of winter is over here at Miortuk
Kennels. Probably because I just wrote that, we will have a blizzard tomorrow,
given the fact Mother Nature has been quite an ornery brat during the past few
months, but for now and for the past couple afternoons, our thermometer sits at
a blessed PLUS FIFTEEN (yes, it is mounted on a beam that gets direct sunlight
all day, but hey, temperature is all in your head).
Being an Arizona kid, I can’t help but sing the praises of a
sun that actually gives off some warmth as opposed to the useless orb that has
been hanging around up there, teasing us and doing very little to cut through
the negative 20s, negative 30s, and negative thoughts that rage in your head
when your fingers feel like they are going to freeze right off. Before coming
to Quebec, weather was much simpler for me: if the sun was out, it was hot. If
it wasn’t out, it was probably night time.
Don’t get me wrong, I have enjoyed the challenge of my first
winter, but it sure is nice to go outside and just BE, instead of feeling like
you need to be actively surviving. According to most of the weathered Canadians
I have spoken to, I really am not just being a desert baby either. When you
hear a Canadian say “coldest winter in 20 years,” you know it has been friggin
cold. And when the Canadians are sick of winter, everyone is allowed to be sick
of winter.
But now that the sun is doing more than just getting my
hopes up, I can’t get enough of being outside. I knew I was an outdoorsy person
(you don’t move to the forest to train sled dogs if you aren’t….), but sunshine
that has been prescribed for my cabin fever has really turned into a gateway
drug for a much more severe nature addiction. (Did you follow that Dr. House
diagnosis there? (lupus! he has lupus! it is always lupus!)) After we finish
morning chores in the kennel, with 30 dogs hanging about, I don’t have to
search to hard to find ways to stay outside for hours. Walk a dog, mush a dog
(haha), pet a dog, brush a dog, (Actually, the dogs might be getting annoyed
with how often I brush them; they probably see me put on the brushing mitt we have
and think: “There’s the crazy brush girl again. Give it a rest before you turn
us into naked mole rats.”) to name just a few activities. I also have taken up
some cross-country skiing, a real challenge for someone who grew up around
mostly cactuses and has difficulties getting all four limbs to move and
cooperate in tandem; today I even managed to pick up a great rhythm between the
poles and the skis (when in doubt, ski to the tune of “22” by T Swift) and to
fall only twice (it is a flat lake, so this still needs some work…). After
skiing today though, I still hadn’t quite gotten my fix yet, so I picked a
puppy (Nicky, who is not actually a puppy, rather full grown booger who has
never picked up the knack for running with the team) and we went for a walk/run/climb
around the lake and through the forest. Nicky played his old game of pretending
he doesn’t know what a leash is or how to walk, let alone pull, but all of the
sudden, he was ready to go and only turned around to look back at me if I
wasn’t running as if to say “Ok, lardy, let’s go already.”
After all this moving and breathing and wandering and living
though, sometimes the only activity left is to take a nap on a dog house. Some
dogs are perplexed by this behavior (“First you want to take all our fur, now
you want our houses too??”), but most of them enjoy the addition of a permanent
dog-petter to their homes, and take the opportunity to take a nap on the
napping human.
So yes, I have survived winter. I have embraced the cold,
the snow, the wind, the nose that never stops running (literally, when it is
cold, everything just seems to turn to liquid in your face. Snot, tears, etc,
you really have no control), the frozen fingers and toes, the strategizing of
clothing, all of it. And boy have we had a blast!
But now, here comes the sun* and I have just a few more
weeks here to live and breath and love its warm rays. With 30 dogs, 2 feet, and
an endless forest, I don’t intend to waste a minute!
*(the real sun. Not quite Arizona status yet, but we are
getting there =D)
Thanks to fellow handler Cecile for all of the great photos! Check out her blog here for more!
Thanks to fellow handler Cecile for all of the great photos! Check out her blog here for more!
For the honor and glory.