Whoosh, so sorry, it's been a bit hectic around here, what with getting the Musher's Iditarod stuffs and things back from the trail, and then having to drive lickity split down the highway to get home because a certain Pretty Curly Tail threatened to have pups on the side of the highway, and then... oh wait, let me just slow down and tell you the whole story.
Anyhooooooo... there we were in Willow, Alaska at our splentastic guest home (thanks again to Jamie and Harry and Toby and Kip, and Ash, and the horsies, and the Pretty Curly Tails there and... oh wait, I think that's everybodies) and the Musher finally got her stuffs and things back from the trail.
The trail peoples were so nice that they made sure they took out all of the nice notes that the checkpoint goodie bag sponsors sent and gave them to the Musher... but they kept the goodies of course (that's the Iditarod law).
With all of the stuffs and things back, there really was no reason to stay any longer... especially because Molly Waddle Puppies On the Way was telling everyone that would listen that she really felt like giving birth at any moment.
|Hey! I'm pretty sure I'm about to squirt out some pups here!|
It was one continuous drive home... mile after mile, rest stop after rest stop, Starbucks after Starbucks, then Timmy's after Timmy's. Oh the bladdermanity.
Every Pretty Curly Tail stop Molly threatened to ploop out the Molly Toddles. We couldn't have that. Pretty Curly Tails MUST be plooped out in the pool in the back room!!!!
Keri didn't seem that concerned... she actually FELL ASLEEP ON ME!!!
As we got closer, I got a bit more worried.
Did anyone hear that? Is that moo'ing? Are we there yet????
Ok, seriously, we have to be getting closer!!!!
Thankfully we got home in the nick of time, and when I say "nick of time" I mean we had like 2-3 more days before she went into labor... eeeesh, drama queen.
There were all sorts of cool surprises when we got home too!
Rocky looks great! He was very happy to see us and was disappointed that he didn't get to go on the Iditarod where he could have dropped out and gotten a ride on a snowmachine.
Turtle spoke for the whole team when he said "so good to be home again".
The best gift of all was that Musher Mark bought me a new quad!!! No SERIOUSLY!
|My new quad|
It even has my very own slip proof platform shaped like a bone (apparently he couldn't get one shaped like a waffle) on the back for me to be chauffeured in style.
Very comfy! We took it out for its maiden voyage.
|FASTER!!!!! HIT THE GAS MUSHER!!!|
Then there was KD... sigh.
She's changed... A LOT!!!! I suspect that those meddling cats Bait and Tic have been filling her delicate little cute head with all sorts of lies about me while I was gone. It didn't help that I came home smelling like Toby, and stompy horses, strange Curly Tails, Kip and Ash, Starbucks, Timmy's and all sorts of exciting places and stuffs and things. She also had been following our adventures on Facebooks and saw all of the cool stuffs and things we got to do and blamed me for ratting her out when she tried to hide in the sled bag and wouldn't let her go along.
She also grew a lot... she's HUGE. Like a puma or something.
The Musher thought that maybe we could make amends and be friends again if we had breakfast together, so she made us waffles.
Next bloggity blog I'll tell you all about the Molly Toddles!!