17 Days of Green – Quinn & Cinder

I’ve been blessed to know a lot of cool dogs in my life. When I married Andy, I lucked into having Quinn-dog in my life as well.

Quinn, deep in the lush green foliage of Valdez, Alaska, 2002.

Quinn was purebred Siberian Husky, but seemed more cat than dog, sometimes.

Quinn relaxes next to my green fitness ball - Gabriola Island, Canada, 2003.

Quinn moved with us from Denali, to Canada, where we spent the summer of 2003.

Quinn waits while I work at Good Earth Farm, Gabriola Island, British Columbia, 2003.

And he made the cross-country move to our new home here in New Hampshire.

The Mighty Quinn & our old-growth rhubarb patch, Canaan, New Hampshire, 2004.

Quinn lived to be nearly 13 years old, which is a good, long life for a large, purebred dog.

Quinn-dog enjoying the sun on our front porch in Canaan, New Hampshire, 2005.

We missed Quinn so much after he passed, we couldn’t think about getting another dog.

Five years passed and we were still dog-less. Until, at last, our friend, Carmen, needed a home for one of the Denali Park huskies in her care.

Cinder, Andy & Me (in my green jacket) sledding in New Boston, New Hampshire, January 2011.

Cinder is 100% Alaskan husky, which isn’t an officially recognized breed.

Rather, it’s a term for a northern working dog, adapted to pulling sleds through deep snow. Hence the long legs:

Cinder & his green tennis ball, Canaan, New Hampshire, 2010.

Cinder is amazing! He’s the only sled dog I know who plays fetch. He also plays soccer. And he’s coming along as a hockey player, too.

Cinder under the apple trees, Canaan, New Hampshire, 2010.

Cinder is unusually friendly and willing to please his humans. If he didn’t suffer from seizures, he would have made an amazing lead dog. I just know it.

Cinder & Andy amongst the evergreens along the Bold Coast, near Cutler, Maine, September 2011.

We are so grateful to have Cinder in our lives. He brings us boundless joy (despite his penchant for chasing skunks)!

Me & Cinder at the Dartmouth Skiway in Lyme, New Hampshire, 2010.

What about you? Do you have a special dog (or two) in your life?

25 Random Things About Me

I got tagged on Facebook.

I decided to play along for a change and write up this list… which turned out to be more fun than I expected.

So here it is:

1. I ignore almost 100% of chain emails and messages (this is the first one I have ever responded to!)… and won’t be offended if you don’t respond back.

2. I have a tattoo: a celtic spiral on my right hip.

3. I have quite a sweet tooth… and the cavities and crowns to prove it.

4. I worked for 4 summers in a salmon cannery in Bristol Bay, Alaska.

5. I think it is valuable to have worked such a crappy job… it’s a great base-line comparison for the rest of my life.

6. Working at that cannery made waitressing on Lanai seem like heaven!

7. My best job ever was a volunteer dog mushing gig in Denali National Park.

8. I met my husband scooping poop at the Denali Park Kennels.

9. We lived several years in a 16′ x 18′ single room cabin, without electricity, running water or telephone.

10. In winter and spring, the closest we could park was 2 miles away, so we’d ski, skijor or hike in & out.

11. I really loved living in that cabin, and never minded using the outhouse, even in negative 40F weather.

12. I was pretty clutzy growing up, and spilled my milk at the dinner table nearly every night until I was about 14.

13. I am fluent in German, having lived a year (after high school, before college) on exchange in southern Germany.

14. I lived there on a bio-dynamic turkey farm, and learned how to clean turkey stomachs with the best of them!

15. I can say: “hello”, “beautiful”, “delicious” and “thank you” in Thai, having traveled there alone for two months one winter.

16. While in Thailand, I attended a meditation retreat, where I didn’t read, write or speak for the entire 10 days.

17. I can say: “hello”, “beloved”, “hurry up!”, and “I don’t like you, you’re ugly” in Tagalog, which I learned from a sweet little fillipina grandmother at the salmon cannery.

18. I studied Italian one year in college, but the only phrase I remember is: “I studied Italian in college, but I don’t remember what I learned.”

19. When I was in the 5th grade, I had to take speech therapy classes, because I was talking too fast.

20. I am an avid hockey nut: I play about 6-8 hours a week, and am a vociferous, loyal fan of the Dartmouth Women’s Hockey team.

21. I’m not much into regular girl things, like clothes, make-up or fancy hair, but I do like to paint my toenails in the summer.

22. Despite being a bit of a tomboy, I make half my living as a fiber-artist, knitting, felting, sewing and embroidering warm winter hats.

23. I don’t have to look while knitting, and enjoy spectator activities (concerts, hockey games, movies) best if I am knitting at the same time.

24. I love old-time banjo music, and really only tolerate bluegrass.

25. I was adopted as a baby, and have recently been reunited with my birth father and his family… I finally look like somebody else! šŸ˜‰

Dog mushing in Denali Park.

Dog mushing in Denali Park.

Skijoring with Pippi.

Skijoring with Pippi.

In front of our little cabin, with my brother Tim, nephew Chad, and sweet husband, Andy.

In front of our little cabin, with my brother Tim, nephew Chad, and sweet husband, Andy.

Dry Creek, Alaska. You can just make out the roof of our cabin in the spruce trees below that gravel bluff.

Dry Creek, Alaska. You can just make out the roof of our cabin in the spruce trees below that gravel bluff.

Knitting at a Laura Cortese concert.

Knitting at a Laura Cortese concert.

Knitting at Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival.

Knitting at Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival.

Knitting between hockey games.

Knitting between hockey games.

Some of my felt hats.

Some of my felt hats.

I bake a mean strawberry rhubarb pie.

I bake a mean strawberry rhubarb pie.


Me & my Labradad!

Me & my Labradad!