January 23, 2015 Running with Romano It’s been a long while for us both. But, thankfully, dog mushing is like riding a bicycle (or a scooter)… you never forget! . . . . . . . Share this:TwitterGoogleMorePinterestRedditTumblrEmailFacebookLike this:Like Loading... 7 thoughts on “Running with Romano” ?Hi Karen, Are you doing presentations in libraries these days? Do you bring a dog? Thanks, Gayle D. Edelen Children’s and Youth Services Librarian Dubois Branch Library 5506 Main St. Dubois, IN 812-678-2548 Ext. 4113 ________________________________ Reply Hi Gayle, How are you??? I hope all is well. Yes, I am just getting back into presentations. Borage passed away last winter so I stopped for awhile. I have a dog now, Romano, who I am just starting to bring into talks. I bring him in at the beginning of the talk and then take him out so he doesn’t have to spend the entire talk in the library. He gets hot! And I don’t want to stress him out… he is starting to realize being indoors is a good gig for treats though. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you want to talk more or set up a date. Thanks! Karen Reply I want to see you do it with 12 dogs! Haha! You never cease to amaze me. What a liver of life! Reply Cool! Nice reflection in the window. 🙂 Sent from my brain. > Reply Great selfies on both subjects. Hittin’ the lecture circuit would probably be a good deal for all. Good luck if you decide to do it. Reply Looks like you both had fun! Did he give you a howel thank you when you were finished? Reply Hi Kristi! Yes, he did. You really trained him well. He shocked me how good he was… very serious about pulling. He didn’t just trot either, he loped hard. He knew what he was doing… except for the small issue of wanting to stop suddenly to lift his leg on a bush. But when he got a bump in the rear from my tire because I couldn’t brake fast enough, he remembered, “Oh yeah, I can’t stop when I am a sled dog!” So he got serious again. He is such a good boy… thank you for sharing him with me. Hello to his brother, Whiz, for us. And the rest of the pack. Karen Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Previous Post Fourteen Winters Next Post Happy 84th Birthday, Aunt Dot!