When I was in 8th grade, one of my teachers introduced our class to the Iditarod. We read books, wrote to mushers, learned about the geography and followed along closely. I fell head over heels in love with the idea of having sled dogs and some day trying to compete in that race. So, I talked my mom into letting me get a husky. I never told her when we went to pick up the first one that there were 2, which became 3,4,6 and 8. Upon my graduation from high school I had 21 dogs. I think it’s safe to say I had a slight addiction. 

In order to attend college, I agreed to drop down to 4 dogs which became two. My mom cared for them and I kept that embers burning to have my life with dogs. I believe the dogs knew I was almost ready for them again because two became three and they became six. I graduated and moved here to Wisconsin. I brought those 6 dogs with me and we started back at it. I found the “local” club and attended my first meeting. It was there that I found what I had been missing in my dog sledding life- the comradery of people who were also afflicted by this addiction. 

Those connections have led me into the more addictive world of sprint racing, dogs bred specifically for the job and an even bigger community of support. These days I find myself the chief poop scooper for 11 Siberian Huskies, the mother of a junior musher and a staunch supporter of all things mushing related. I race in the 6-dog limited sprint class, field my daughter’s junior sprint team and indulge her blooming ambitions in single dog events. 

It doesn’t matter what your skill level is, your goals or what dogs you have; if you love the sport in some way, shape, or form you are part of our community!