This past Wednesday and Thursday Mark and I headed out to Skwentna for a final long run on the dogs prior to Iditarod. Wednesday morning as we were loading the dogs into the truck, I noticed Olena’s breakfast was sitting pretty low and heavy in her belly. I chided her for being a little pig and off we went. Somewhere around the junction of the Big Su and Yentna Rivers I was up praising my leaders (Olena and Grover) and Ollie still had that belly. “You know, she almost looks pregnant”, I thought. I mentioned it to Mark and he agreed that he had noticed the same thing. We discussed the fact that there was really no way she could be pregnant and on we went.
Yesterday morning we headed into see Dr. Humbach at the Big Lake Clinic. Dogs occasionally have ‘false’ pregnancies, where they think they are pregnant, but they are not – and that is what I figured it was. Ollie loved being a Mom this summer, and I thought this was all just wistful thinking on her part – after all, we were with her throughout her whole heat cycle and she never got bred.
Ollie hopped onto the scale and was 4 or 5 lbs over her normal 39 lbs. “Fluid retention”, I explained away to myself. I was, however, at a loss to explain the 4 puppies that clearly showed up on the x-ray. Olena is indeed pregnant.
Who, when and how, you ask??? Me too. We have gone over this a thousands times now and the best we can figure out is that on ‘that tangle’ that I wrote about in the Copper Basin journal one of the boys managed to get close enough to Olena to ‘get the job done’ but without ‘tying’ her. It is the only explanation that makes any sense and even then I’m stretching things. In the dog yard, Olena is in a back corner. There are some loose dogs in the neighborhood, but all are females or neutered males and any stray dog would have to get past all my other dogs to get to Ollie – not likely and we definitely would have heard the commotion out there.
So my best guess is that it is Hector, Herman, Loki or Odie, as they are the dogs I remember being close to her at that water crossing. That is where we will begin DNA testing anyway. Things are going to get expensive if I am wrong. Nice that the technology is there though, so we will be able to determine the sire and register the pups.
This does, however mean that Olena is off the Iditarod team, as she should be whelping pups when the team is somewhere around Kaltag or Unalakleet.
I’m disappointed, but there is nothing to be done about it. I hope they are nice puppies Ollie.
Those of you following last year may remember that we had an ‘opps’ with Olena on the dog truck on the way to Alaska last year, but we were able to halt the pregnancy with a series of shots. As Kim and Kelly Berg said to me last night in an email “Olena is making a name for herself with the boys in the kennel.” And she is. * sigh *
Other then that, our river run out to Skwentna and back was great fun. The dogs traveled well, despite some NASTY heat and I am no closer to making my final 3 cuts then I was on Tuesday. Surge and Draco were driving me a little insane with their unwillingness to pull well most of the way out, but both of them did a fair amount of leading and pushed the pace nicely while they were in front. Mark maintains that they have a ‘been there, done that’ attitude and that training bores them. It does seem like it takes them a hundred miles or so to ‘warm up’. Surge has always been a dog that gets better and better the longer we are on the trail. I think both of them will have a place in the final 16. Looking good in Skwentna doesn’t count for near as much as looking good and driving hard in Elim.
We did encounter a large number of moose on our journey. Leaving the truck Mark said he felt like he was in a combination of the movies Iron Will and Rambo as both of us had guns within easy reach on our sleds. We saw 6 moose in our first hour. Two were really close, but both got out of the way quickly. We ran into the dumbest moose on the planet about 10 miles out of Skwentna. He was poking around on the other side of the river when he spotted us and got spooked. He tossed his head in the air and proceeded to parallel us for a good mile or so before deciding he needed to be on the same side of the river as we were.
I could see him coming across, sinking to his belly with every step and managed to hold the team to give him time to cross and get out of our way. He vanished into the willows on the riverbank and I thought it was safe to proceed. Not so, he was in the willows trying to scale a cliff up into the woods. He kept ‘crawling’ part way up and then sliding down – over and over again. We passed maybe 20 or 30 feet from him as he was doing this. Lucky both Mark and I had solid leaders up front that went by without incident.
Stupid Moose trying to scale the river bank
The total count for the two days was 17 moose – most close enough to toss a stick at.
We are getting into the final crunch – a week today is the re-start. The dogs are down to short, easy runs now – with a few days off tucked in there too. Mark and I are hoping to sneak into Anchorage tomorrow to watch the Fur Rendezvous. (The racing is from noon until 5PM at 4th & D Street. You might be able to see some glimpses of the action via the RondyWebCam).
Those big teams of sprint dogs just barrel down 4th Ave at a wild pace. Very cool. We also want to cheer on the TWO Siberian teams entered this year – JP Norris (Anadyr Team from Howling Dog Farm) and Bob Chlupach (who insisted we add Moses to our team). A photo of Bob is on the SledDogCentral site.
It has been a long time since any Siberian teams were entered in this race, let alone two. The breed is lucky to have these two quality teams representing it at this premier event. Go Sibes! (Radio station KRUA has archived coverage available online in case you missed it while it was Live).
All for this morning!
Sunset on the Yentna
Time for a Break
Rolly Creek Trail
Mark's team loping on the way home
Mark enjoying the warm weather
Group Howl on the Yentna