My Brother

Quincy on a cold Day... I get cold just looking at him. This was taken during or shortly after a bizzard. Here is their Dog Africa and their tent. Winter camping is invigorating. My Brother and his wife are very experienced and take good care of their animals and guests. Quincy was acknowledged as the musher who took the best care of his dogs by the Vet in charge of monitoring the Canadian Challenge.
This the Paws and Paddles Teams on a training run.

Quincy Won

My Brother Quincy from Paws'n Paddles won the Canadian Challenge Dog Sled Race. They came in last night. It is unclear at this point but it seems like many dropped out or have not finished yet. It was -41 degrees Celsius. One of his dogs had an unfortunate peeing incident and froze his dangly bits so Quincy dropped him off at a check point. You would think that a Dog who has a love of running would be hard to keep in the sleigh if injured. Not so according to my brother they are quite content in the sleigh. Well Frank I hope your bits recover poor thing. Quincy Congratulations Rest Well.

Dog Race

This is my little Brother Quincy. He has entered a dog Race called the Canadian Challenge. Our Mom sent me photos of the start of the race. I am so proud of him. He has acomplished so much. His dogs often run 40- 50 km at a time. His Wife is planning to race in the Quest for the Bay later this season. I hope he does well and arrives safely at all the check points and finalle. here is a link to Quincy and Miriam's business Paws'n Paddles

Clutter and Stuff

I watched Oprah today and dicovered what was making me fat... It is all the crap I have acumulated over the years. I also thought about my children and felt like I was causing them to gain weight too. You see my oldest son moved into his brother's room several years ago when ds#2 was having some issues. having someone to talk with in the night really helped resolve them. I moved my sewing room into older son's room partially well mostly.

Then my older son hit puberty and I wanted (and he wanted) ds#1 to have his own room. So he moved into my old sewing room. He has been in it 4 years and I have not removed all my stuff from it. Today I emptied his closet of yarn, dresses for salvage, porcelean dolls, his suits from when he was 2, 4, and 6 and bolts of ulpohostry fabric, foam for I don't know what and icecream pails. I also descovered he was opening the closet and throwing stuff in, like almost empty pop bottles, broken bits of old video game controls and a miriaid of other worthless crap.

So I did the hokey pokey and took it all out. Then I helped him take over the closet, Hanging his tops and bunny hugs (as I call hoodies that really puts me in the prairies). It now looks pretty good and I feel better and I believe that he does too. We'll see how he manages. I will see how I manage to get all the stuff I had in there put away. I took a black garbage bag and three grocery bags stuffed full of clothes and a bunch of other stuff to the sally ann bin. I feel 100 lbs lighter already... thank you Oprah.