Browsing: Dog Trail Life & Adventure

There were six inches of fresh snow on the ground and Mack was moving wrong. Not lame, not favoring anything, just moving without purpose, which in a worki

The harness I pulled off Kestrel this morning smelled like frozen nylon and old work. It’s been outside since Tuesday. Temperatures haven’t climbed above s

The dog came in on a Tuesday with a family from Bottineau, a Shiba Inu, and I knew before they got out of the truck that nobody had told them what they wer

The sound a dog makes when the tug line goes slack is not dramatic. It’s just an absence. One moment there’s tension in the line and the next there isn’t,

The frozen nylon smell hit me before I got the shed door fully open, that particular cold that means something was left out overnight that shouldn’t have b

The harness smelled like frozen nylon and old sweat when I pulled it off the hook that morning, the smell that means the temperature dropped overnight fast

The thing about a dog that greets every stranger like a reunion is that you can’t tell when it’s running on empty. Scout did this. Third dog I ever kept fo

Gus blew past a family’s terrier mix last February and I nearly lost the whole team. Not Gus’s fault. The terrier came off the trail bank fast, off-leash,

Friendly A father came out two winters ago with his son and his dog. The dog was a goldendoodle named Biscuit, which told me most of what I needed to know

Nearly Perfect The smell hit Wren before I saw what she was tracking. We were doing a loose run, post-season, nothing formal, and she pulled hard left off