10:30am on a Monday

Every once in awhile Andy gets a "really good idea" that just has to happen...right now. So last Monday at about 10:30am, having gotten out of bed, grabbed a bite to eat, and thrown on some clothes he decided that he simply must try arctic dog skiing.

As I was trying to get our the door for work, Andy and Sam were suiting up to try out Andy's downhill skis on the streets of Alger Heights.

Andy giving Samson some last minute instructions and a brief pep-talk.

Since I was busy taking pictures, our neighbor Anna ran out to help get Sam to stop worrying about getting run over by the skis and concentrate on running fast enough to pull Andy.

So Anna headed off down the street, calling for Sam, promising everything from walks and games of fetch to car rides and treats...

Samson wasn't having it...

So what did I end up having to do before I could leave for work? Driving my husband around the neighborhood so he could ski behind my car.

The need for speed.

I blame The Olympics.