The Iditarod. A 1,000 mile race across Alaska’s unforgiving terrain gripped by winter’s clutches. Sixty-seven teams set out yesterday from Willow, Alaska to endure a challenge only an elite few will finish, each one dreaming of the warm steam bath at the end. Wait, maybe that would just be me. Do their snow pants and “foot condos” have central heating? Do they have enough bacon treats for each pooch? There is a humanitarian award for the musher who treats their dogs the best. I’d bring along my friend Alison, aka the dog whisperer, she’d ride shot-gun, take care of the dogs and make us lates along the way.
Our pups would definitely have hot pink rocket booties like these. I’m sure they’d have some additional sparkly flare, maybe a sequined butterfly shirt? I don’t know where I get these ideas… And soon this doggy bling would be all the fashion rage sweeping Seattle, where there are more dogs than children.
The teams as they were lined up waiting to go would be straining to run, throwing themselves into the harnesses, ready to RUN. I was most surprised by the type of dogs. It’s become an “Iditarod breed,” intermixed to pull out the best qualities to endure a 1,000 mile winter race.
Speaking of sequined butterfly tops… weird. I own three. Not that I’m collecting, but if you find one, you’d better mail it! Anna Burrows – General Delivery, Port Alsworth, AK 99653. Anyway, a group of hoodlums that I call my friends decided to talk me into RUNNING WITH THE REINDEER! They were like, “Hey Anna do you want… ” YES, I’m in. What are we doing?
We get to DRESS UP? YES. YES. YES.
Any chance I get to dress up is a no brainer. AND run with reindeer. Check that off my bucket list… #5756, done!
So, we joined 2,400 of Alaska’s (and beyond) finest citizens who also think that dressing up and running 3 blocks with reindeer is a fantastic idea. A few of my friends decided to entice those hungry reindeer by dressing as hay bails. Brilliant, I know. That’s why they are my friends.

The little reindeer were so cute. Small. Like pocket size! But those antlers are a bit awkward to stuff into my satchel… so I just decided not to bring one home this time. And I kind of felt bad that they were released among a dashing crowd of maniacs. I had contemplated grabbing the antlers and swinging onto their backs as they ran by, but I did touch one as it ran by!


The variety of fur fashions were alone worth the flight into Anchorage. The people watching was almost as good as going to the DMV! Many people sported full fur coats and the ever popular fox, wolf or lynx hat with head, feet and tail included.
