We were at the Rocky Mountain Sled Dog Championship Races today, outside of Soda Springs, Idaho.  The weather was beautiful.  The dogs were tearing it up!  It was a wonderful celebration that honored the sport of mushing in the very best way.  I’ve been obsessed with dog power for a few years now and being able to watch these races only makes the obsession worse.  All day long I’ve been trying to convince Robert I need one or two more German shorthaired pointers so I can complete a skijor team or small sled team.  We’ll be out again tomorrow watching the races and later in the afternoon, I’ll be competing in the skijor race.  If I win, I will be a skijorista (Or is that skijoritista?  I can never get the jargons for anything quite right…).  Wish me luck!  Tater Tot is going to pull like a brute.  He’s lucky I am light as a feather.