Doggy style: Cool runnings!

First let me wish all of you who read our adventures and misadventures a happy new one! The Waffle and I spent the last days of 2007 in Bovec in the company of Gregor and his family, where we had a marvellous time. We planned each day carefully: we arrived there on Wednesday evening, when we mostly chatted and relaxed, on Thursday I was sick, on Friday we went skiing, on Saturday we went on a hike and on Sunday we went on an adrenalin ride with the ATV (All Terrain Vehicle). On Thursday I really wasn't feeling good, so the others borrowed the Black Death alternately while I was rehabilitating in bed, so he had activities during the whole day – wasn't that bad for him, all in all. On Friday they also borrowed him while we went skiing for the first time this year and on Saturday his turn finally came big time as we went on a hike near Bovec for about two hours and a half. Sunday was the most adrenalin-filled of all days because we finally got to test the combination ATV + the Black Death. Gregor and I set up a wooden board on the carrier on the left, put Sambo on and.. and off we went. The beginning wasn't that promissing, Sambo tried to jump off the second Gregor started the engine, but I managed to hold him by the harness. Then he moved around so much that he managed to move himself from my left side to a nice cosy spot between Gregor and I – thank God, cause this new position was incomparably more corresponding to him than the one we originally meant for him, but he thought was much too exposed. That would be all fine if he decided to sit calmly all the way to the field where we wanted to let him loose. But he of course didn't - on the crossways he got up to check where we are heading to (as he does in the car) and banged me in the chin-protector of the helmet with his back and nearly broke my neck. So, the two minutes we had left to get to the field I danced the limbo with Sambo in my lap, bent backwards like 12-year-old chinese acrobats, but I survived that too. We finally got to the field where Sambo stepped on firm ground… and detached from it immediately, in other words, we made a big round of about 3-4 km and if I exaggerate a bit (but really only a bit) I can say that we barely managed to keep up with the flying nigger. After a brief warm-up the Death got into sixth gear and ran 45-50km/h for quite a while, so we really had to step on it… I won't even begin to describe the faces of passing-by grannies, ladies with leashed doggies and joggers . Anyhow, after a few minutes I said that it was enough for the first time and suggested that the two of them went a round to cool down by themselves; Sambo obviously didn't agree with my idea, it all went too slowly for him so he started herding Gregor and the ATV. I can say that our first attempt was a total success, we only have to polish the tactics of Sambo's transport as I won't be able to perform such a limbo dance every time…

The new-year/holiday fever has calmed down meanwhile and life is getting back on its usual track. I passed over from December's bright ideas about running ventures at -6 degress to even more brilliant plans about running on January's frozen paths… Without any falls, for now, but I have the feeling that my days are numbered… But until then – cool runnings!

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