My Surprise - Bet

Howdy Ho everyone, its your VERY happy roving non-crampy toe Border Collie reporter, Bet, here, and I have to say that I was VERY surprised and also VERY happy with my surprise today!

That's right, my very own, personal crampy toe masseuse is visiting ME at North Wapiti!  I was so happy to see Richard that I may have piddled just a tiny bit with excitement.  His magic crampy toe fingers made my feets feel wonderful and rejuvenated once again.  I really must find a way to move him and his darling wife out to North Wapiti permanently, or at the very least have him teach new Sarah Handler the technique.

After my much needed toe massage, Richard went out and played with the Curly Tails

Then, since its such a long flight for him to come visit, he bedded down in his usual guest quarters.

Its the most wonderful present a pup could ask for... thank you Musher!

- Bet

What's In The Box? Now You'll Know - The Cartoonist

There's nothing better for a cartoonist than a running joke.

There are quite a few going on through the years, starting with Karen's admission that when she cooked, the fire alarm often went off because it was poorly placed too close to the stove, causing Kara to scurry out of the house quickly whenever Karen went into the kitchen.  The fire extinguisher became Kara's constant companion:

The planter:

And... THE PANTS!

During the 2008 Iditarod, Karen's pants took a beating.  First, nearly losing them while being dragged through rocks

Then when she caught them on fire:

I admit... I obsess about the pants on fire. 

On the NorthWapiti mail list, Karen mentioned that while training on the ATV: "When I got back from my run yesterday it was -27C (-17F). Sitting on a giant chunk of metal for 4 hours at those temperatures is not my definition of fun."

While other list members suggested various electronic devices, like hand warmers, to solve the problem, I pitched in with: "Have you tried setting your pants on fire? Seems to work during
Iditarods :)"

Those pants were legendary... at least to me.

So a while back I get an intriguing e-mail from Karen saying a box is on the way.  I've learned never to ask, but was curious.  I mean, I have just about everything "North Wapiti": t-shirts, jackets, sweatpants (which I live in), I've been sent booties, pictures, and other cool stuff to auction off for fundraisers... so what could it be?

Some of the possibilities in my head were:
A life-sized sheep
A Border Collie stuffed dog
A live Trampling (I did ask if the box had holes)
The Planter
A Fire Extinguisher

So, when the box arrived, and I opened it, initially I was a bit confused, because I thought it was a fleece jacket (already have one), and then I read the handwritten note:

Yes, its THE pants!  Complete with burn holes and bits of melted tupperware

The pants that traveled the entire length of the Iditarod.  The pants that are covered in Pretty Sled Dog fluff.  The pants that are immortalized in cartoon form....

ARE MINE!!!!! 

Then yesterday I get an e-mail from Karen telling me to check out the Kentucky Derby horses... I would know which one.

Yep... Pants On Fire.

When I saw the name, I shrieked with laughter... on my deck... at 7am (sorry neighbors).  As odd as it may sound, its like a whole cosmic convergence and too perfect to be coincidental, and in my cartoon brain, it means all is right with the world.

Thank you my friend, I'll cherish them forever :)