Meet the Dogs


Howling Husky Homestead has 8 sled dogs, all over ten years old. They spend 100% of their lives outside, and live in little wooden houses lined with thick straw in the winter and a dusting of sawdust in the summer. We exercise them at least every other day by bringing them to an enclosed area where they can run free, hide in brush, and be safe from the quills of porcupines or angry moose moms. 

In the fall when it starts getting cooler; they will be harnessed and their traces hooked up to a 4-wheeler for snowless mushing practice through the wooded trails. Sled dogs need cooler weather for when they are exerting themselves pulling and running, even 20 degrees above 0F is uncomfortably warm for them! When snow is on the ground and the temps fall even more, they will begin running in earnest.

The dogs get two meals a day (breakfast and dinner) and a bedtime biscuit snack in the late evening. Rain water and salmon powder is added to their kibble, so it becomes a soupy mix that encourages them to drink their water and stay hydrated (and is also part of the reason I can no longer stand the smell of salmon!). Of course, part of the daily chores includes plenty of poop scooping. 

Each dog has their own unique personality, and it starts to show through once you get to know them! Below is a little bio and photo of each of the dogs and their personal endearing quirks:

Angelina Jolie


I know with children (and maybe with dogs too?) you're not supposed to pick favorites... But Angie is totally my favorite! Her face is very expressive, she follows me around, and she loves to put her paws on my chest and lick my chin while I scratch her back. She is gentle, intelligent, and playful- and I think she'd make a great house dog. Since I don't have much opportunity to tell humans about my thoughts on a daily basis- I whisper all my plans and feelings to her sweet ears and she presses her head into my stomach, asking for more scratching and less talking.


Surf



Surf is the oldest dog in the bunch. He doesn't have many teeth left, so he needs special smaller treats because he can't chew. In the winter when the other dogs are running the trails, Surf gets to come inside the house and lay by the fire. He does a special happy prancing dance when you approach him- he loves attention!


Blue



Blue, or as I like to call him because of his lonely howl, Blue Moon. A notorious hole digger, Blue has boundless energy. Recently he dug a hole so deep, his little house fell into it! He doesn't give kisses, but he loves to look lovingly into your eyes while you pet him and especially loves butt scratches.

Mary



Mary is the alpha female of the pack. She is similar to Angie in her friendly disposition, but much more subdued and quiet. She is perpetually on a diet, loves to eat, and because of this received the nickname "Fat Mary" for most of her life. 


Bill (Murray?)



Bill's house is right next to Angie's. They get VERY jealous of each other when there is human attention involved, and cry loudly when they are being "ignored". Sometimes I stand right between them and let them both jump up on me, using one hand for each dog. Bill is a professional treat-finder, he will find your pockets and manage to dig his entire muzzle deep into it mining for snacks! He is a ferocious kisser and I've had my nose smacked a few times trying to turn away from his advances. I like his wolfish appearance. 


Poboy




Poboy is quiet most of the time, except before meals when he lets out an excited deep-throated bark. He is very shy about having his head or back touched, so he will only allow pets on his upper chest. In the winter he runs at the front of the team, as alpha male. 


Tessie


Tessie is without a doubt the strangest dog I have ever met. In this photo she is staring at a treat on the ground that she took from my hand, and promptly dropped. She is the only dog I know who is not 100% food or attention motivated. Once I caught her trying to bury her breakfast while it was still in her bowl, making a big soupy inedible mud pie. She is timid, but is more relaxed around women and is slowly warming up to me. 


Bruce


Here is Bruce attempting to "sit". Also a very timid dog (he is from the same breeder as Tessie), is always the first one to bark when I step out of my cabin, and he digs the deepest and widest holes. If only there were a way to train him to dig on command, it would be excellent for planting trees! 



Bruce, Billy, and Angie, being little nuggets on a cold windy day. 



That's all for now! 
I hope you enjoyed meeting the dogs,
Xoxo
Haley

Signs of Spring

It's nearly the summer solstice, and I am just beginning to notice signs of spring here in Homer. The lilac bushes outside of the library have had tight dark purple buds for the last three days- waiting for a warmer day to bloom. Crab apple and cherry trees finally burst into flowers, and the snows on the mountains of Kachemak State Park across the bay are slowly retreating towards the peaks as green foliage creeps up slowly to meet them.

It has been rough weather the last week and a half, day after day of 50 degrees with overcast skies and rain. This story accurately paints a picture of the mood here: I went to an outdoor BBQ last week hosted by local bar, complete with live music and free food but there was maybe only a dozen people there, all huddled up in jackets and hats. For a brief moment, the sun peaked out from behind the clouds. Everyone stopped their conversations, looked up, pointed and exclaimed "The Sun!" and each person (including myself) proceeded to clap and cheer together. As quickly as it came, the light faded away, and people resumed their gray conversations.

The weather did give me a lot of time to work on my yoga pursuits; I built a website, scheduled and marketed outdoor classes which I will be teaching beginning next week (forecast of rain), and fine-tuned my sequences and playlists. If you're interested, here's my website for my outdoor class series and here's my personal yoga website.

I feel much lighter than I did when I first arrived. Maybe it has something to do with the 60 degrees and sun today, but I also feel gratitude for the friends that I have met here- and especially for their invitations to bonfires with s'mores. Maybe soon it will start to feel like summer, but meanwhile I am still homesick for the sweltering hot midwestern days and swimming in cool lakes...



Mmm, my favorite food.

At the homestead, the dandelions popped!
Cherry tree blossoms at Homer Hilltop Farm



Chocolate or "outhouse" Lily
Lilacs waiting to bloom...
Beach bonfire & friends


My cabin at sunset (11:30pm)

Upstairs sleeping loft

Downstairs (messy) living area and kitchen
Front porch
My luxury private outhouse
Sandhill cranes in the front yard!

Sunset out the kitchen window

Snows are melting across the bay!

In my next blog, I'll introduce all the dogs!
Love,
Haley



Dueling Dualities

Ever since I can remember, I have loved to travel. I believe that by traveling at a young age with my family, it ignited within me a desire to wander, and ultimately kindled a passion of lifelong learning. Fellow friends that experience wanderlust can understand that there's a complicated relationship involving the duality of feeling comfortable, safe, and settled at home- and the adventure, risk and excitement of travel. Catherine Watson says it best, "But even while I missed home, I don't think I really wanted to go home. And once home again, I didn't want to stay. I used to believe that this push-pull tension would burn itself out, and I would be one-hundred-percent happy in just one place. But that hasn't happened. There are still too many places to go, too many people to meet, too many good stories to hear, and they all tug at my imagination- and my heart. Home and away, I see now, are the yin and yang of travel. Both are part of the same journey."

This supposed duality of Home and Away is something I have struggled with in the past, and am feeling it strongly now. How can one be content at home knowing there is a whole world to explore? How can one truly enjoy traveling while missing the comforts of home? How can these thoughts live in harmony? I don't have all the answers, but I have a notion it involves choosing to be right where you are, and embracing its unique beauty. While I am still experiencing deep emotional growing pains and loneliness, I am also observing that I have begun to appreciate beauty again, and when the sun makes an appearance I can feel my mood lift up to greet it. I'm starting to feel like I'm going to be OK.

Howling Husky Homestead, Dog yard

I didn't come here to escape my emotions or my life in Minnesota, I selected this location as a space for healing- a secluded and beautiful spot to force myself to confront what is going on inside of me. I knew it would be difficult. It is a chance that very few people get after the loss of a loved one; to get in touch with their raw emotions and consider what shape their lives will take moving forward in this new foreign world. I want to find my personal power, and stand on my own two feet again. I am fortunate to have the time, space, and resources for this opportunity- but the journey will not be a vacation.

I've poured my energy into taking action this last week. I visited the Homer Farmer's Market, I took a walk along the beach, I got a public library card, and have been practicing yoga in my cabin. They are all small things- but they have helped me overcome my inertia and solitude.

Homer is an incredibly beautiful town, and I look forward to stepping into my own potential as I explore it (and I also look forward to warmer weather!)

Sandhill Crane
Bishop's Beach

Treasure from the beach walk

Beautiful blue mussel shell

On the drive to town from the homestead

Ridiculous food prices 
Homer Farmer's Market






Home-cooked Halibut
Billy the wolf-dog (one of my favorite pups)


It's time to feed the dogs, and then I'm off to eat dinner and volunteer with Homer Hilltop Farm harvesting greens for the Saturday Farmer's Market.
Much love,
xoxo
Haley