Tullibardine HowlinYukon Janis


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Home:Rossburn, MB, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Janis Duppins, Jan-Jan

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
July 6th 2005

Likes:
Getting EXCLUSIVE attention from Bossie.

Pet-Peeves:
Being left at home to babysit somebody's puppies and guard the place.

Favorite Toy:
Any old bone I find lying in the yard.

Favorite Food:
Anything I'm given from Bossie's plate.

Favorite Walk:
Wherever Boss goes.

Best Tricks:
Flying Wallenda leaps in front of the gate!

Arrival Story:
Janis' breeders several thousand miles from the Yukon in the State of Maine are very close friends, and wanted me to have a Chinook -- to cement the Leonhard Seppala/Arthur Walden alliance we had already begun in the International Seppala Association, I think. Janis was the "adventuresome" one in her litter, so she flew to the Yukon to "follow Wally's trail" and find her Lifetime Bossie. Her being just a little Cheechako Chinook, she needed help adjusting to the cold, wild and woolly Yukon, so she joined Girlfriends Tonya and Lizaveta in Boss' shack. Now she's a proper Sourdough Sleddog but she's still hangin' out at the shack. Her job is mostly to be babysitter and "nanny" to whatever little puppies are around at the moment, and she's so good at that, we call her "Mary Puppins"!

Bio:
Janis is a proud purebred Chinook from the Northdown lineage, granddaughter of Northdown Ootah and Perry Greene Natanis; her sire was Tullibardine Power, her dam Tullibardine Red Sparkle. Janis has her own WEBSITE at http://www.seppalasleddogs.com/yuk on-janis-chinook.htm

Forums Motto:
Whither thou goest, Boss.

The Groups I'm In:
♥~Husky ♥ers 4~Ever~♥

I've Been On Dogster Since:
May 26th 2006 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
319947


Meet my family
Tonya of
Seppala
Lizaveta of
Seppala
SepalleoShakal iz
Solovyev
Ditko of
Seppala
Orlov of
Seppala
Kolyma of
Seppala
Darka of
Seppala
Lara of
Seppala
Pavel of
Seppala
Atholl OdettaTullibardine
Duke Ellington
Prince Ivan of
Seppala
Tullibardine
Seegloo

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Cheechako Chinook


Touring the Yukon

July 6th 2006 4:20 pm
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Wow! Am I ever whacked! I just got back from a four-day truck-camping trip with my dear Boss and his visiting friend from Catalunya, Ramon! We drove up to Dawson City, and then to Tombstone Park on the Dempster Highway, and finally to Keno City and Keno Summit. It was all interesting, and Keno Summit was gorgeous. An awful lot of new experiences for me, though!

First I had to travel in the cab of the truck sitting with Tonya between Boss and Ramon -- and I wasn't sure about being that close to a guy I hardly know! But I had to get used to it. And when Ramon took my leech and Boss took Tonya, I wasn't too sure about that either. But really, he turned out to be a great guy. A good thing, when I had to go about twelve hunnerd kliks with him -- what a LONG trip!

Keno Summit was another world -- you could see for miles and miles from up there, and there were big snowbanks that weren't even melted at the end of June, and huge heaps of busted rock where I had to be real careful not to hurt my legs and feet. And little rock pikas like short-eared bunnies scolding at us and running real fast across the rocks. I got so tired that I finally crashed in the mosses and alpine flowers and had a nap.

We visited several places where I'm SURE our dear founder Arthur Walden must have gone, I could almost imagine I caught his scent at places like Dawson City, Montague Roadhouse, and Five Finger Rapids on the Yukon River. I hope Boss will put some of my pickers on here, 'coz he and Ramon took lotsa photos.

But I tell ya, I was never so happy as when we got down out of the truck in the parking lot at Seppala Kennels again, and I heard all my Seppala frien's barkin' at us! East, west, HOME's best!

 

Love wins, every time!

June 15th 2006 7:16 pm
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Guess what, I found out my FRIEN' LIZZY is really a paper tiger, after all! Boss has let me into the shack again the last coupla days so's I can have a cuddle on the bed with him. And while I was in, I tried lyin' down in front of Lizzie's nest. And I put my ears down, and I kissed her several times, even though she was liftin' her lip, and I said, "I LOVE you, Lizzy, and you're my FRIEN', and if you think you haveta bite me, well you jus' better go ahead and bite me, 'cause I'm here, an' I love you, an' I wouldn't hurt your puppies for nothin', 'cause I love them, too!"

And so then Lizzy said, "Okay, Janis, you asked for it!" an' she bit me -- but that little bite wouldn't even have hurt a flea, 'cause she didn't bite down at all!!! An' I kissed her a few more times, and she jus' rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, Janis. Nobody can do nothing with you. You dumb thing."

And NOW I UNNERSTAND. I've got my FRIEN' back! Lizzy don't hate me at all, she's just gotta sorta be SEEN to be defendin' her puppies, that's all.

LOVE wins every time! Boyoboyoboy, I can't wait till Lizzie's puppies are old enough for me to play with 'em!

 

Lizzie is NOT my frien' !

June 14th 2006 7:19 pm
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It all started almost a week ago. Suddenly Bossie wouldn't let me come in the shack, and there were funny smells on his hands. Lizzie came out of the shack with the same funny smells all over her. And I kept hearing tiny li'l squeaks from inside the shack.

Liz sez she has PUPPIES. Well, rooty-toot-too for her, I guess. Big deal. When I come up to her outside and ask how her puppies are, she just snarfs and tells me to buzz off. What a drag!

FINALLY yesterday Boss let me come inside, with his hand on my collar the whole time, and there was Lizzie in her cubby, and sure nuff, there were little black squirmy things in there with her. I tried to have a closer look but Boss hung onto my collar and Liz lifted her lip in the mos' awful kinda way. I haveta admit that I guess she's just not my frien' no more.

Oh well. At least Missy has been putting old JoJo into the exercise yard with me for the past few days. JoJo is not much taller than me but he must weigh twicet what I do, and he's almost the same color as me, but his head looks almost like "Old Chinook The Great" my mos' respecked antsester. But he keeps tryin' to do naughty things with me, and I haveta keep chewin' the side of his face to make him quit.

Why is life so compacated? Why can't we all just hunt squirrels and have fun?

 
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