Z litter update

One week old and growing faster than weeds. Almost 3 lbs. already. When you look at these puppies you think how cute they are. No denying that, but with only 300 hundred of Seppala Siberians left that I know of, these six new lives mean so much more. They are the future of the breed, they will be the next link in the unbroken chain that reaches back to the very beginning with a guy Named Leonhard Seppala. Yes, the famous man that ran the 1925 Serum run to Nome. The legend will continue a bit longer with these pups.

Mother Bonk and 5 pups.
Number 6 was too full to make the group photo but she is well.

New Life

June 18, 2019:

Something exciting happened that night in Caribou, Maine. Six new Seppala Siberian Sled Dogs joined the living. 2 Males and 4 Females are now on earth to carry on.

It might not seem like a big deal to anyone but those who understand the struggles many have faced to keep them going. I hope to see them racing in a few years, and doing what they were made for. This is what these dogs were bred for and they crave it as much as you want that first cup of coffee in the morning.

Thanks to Jonathan Nathaniel Hayes and Hannah Lucas my two friends that share the same vision with me. And thanks to Douglas Willett for everything I’ve learned from you.

6 New Seppalas
Sire: PSK Polar Bear of Deer Creek.
Dam: SnoMotions Bonk of Northlane.

The Siberian Husky

I’m working on my 5th book about them. Some folks would ask why?

It’s because in all my years of working with dogs I’ve never met a breed so unique and inspirational. You can read books about them, you can enjoy the photos of how beautiful they are but you will never realize what they are until you live and bond with them. The husky is an amazing dog and a world-class athlete. Not only that, but they are devoted family members as well.

They may drive you crazy at first but that is because they demand certain things from us. It takes a while to understand them but once you do, it can be a life changing event. I know they changed my life, and for the better.

Here is a video of two of my dogs. The Huskies are not barkers, they don’t bark incessantly at everything. I love that about them but they do talk. They talk when they want to tell you something. They are old souls in young bodies who spend time with us. They are the essence of what the people of this country used to be. Free spirits who crave adventure in spite of the risks. Adventurers who helped us open the Arctic with their tenacity and spirit. They remain unchanged from the days of old. They were here long before us and probably will be long after we are gone.

Welcome to a World you didn’t know existed.

Meet the Future

Hannah Lucas is my kennel partner in Seppala Siberians in the great state of Maine. You can read all about her here: https://thesleddogger.com/2019-Issues/SPRING_ISSUE_2019/index-h5.html#page=19

If you want to help this young woman with Iditarod dreams you can do it here on Facebook. In her very first race, she finished 13 of 27 in the 30-mile race. I think the future of this 21 year old spit fire girl is very bright.

Northlane Siberian Huskies and Seppala Siberian Sled DogsMay 30 at 5:16 PM · 

Today we had a fan sponsor Poland Springs Delta Dawn of Northlane for $200, covering our entry fee to the Can Am Crown 100, February 29th, 2020.
Her Sponsor wished to remain anonymous but we are still forever grateful! 
Miss Delta Dawn will almost certainly be leading our racing team this coming season.
Money from Sponsors will only be used for racing, training, and show expenses.
Each Sponsor will have their name(s)
listed on each dog’s individual Album (including each post about them) and below in this album; sponsors of $50 or more will also receive an autographed photo of the sponsored dog, with our names and a stamping of said dog’s paw-print! As a dog sponsor you are welcome to come to our Northlane Kennel during the year and meet the pup you’ve sponsored so they can personally thank you~

Under each dog’s photo’s you’ll find a link to their original album to learn more about them!
You can sponsor via Paypal Friends and Family
Email: hannahrlucas97@gmail.com
Or if you’d like to pay by check or money order please send us a message!


Xafod of Seppalta 2006-2018
Long May You Run!

A painting I just did for a friend of mine who lost this friend one year ago tomorrow.

Tales of the Queen Episode 4: Road Kill

Taking a couple Huskies out for a walk always leads to some kind of adventure. Not all walks are sailing down a road or a trail enjoying nature and the tug of the dogs to whatever you hooked them to.

In this particular case, it was a foot walk, and they were attached to me. They had on their harness for the bike, and of course, I don’t roll as fast as they would like. So, I have a leash loop around each wrist, and I am being drug down the road because I trained them that way.

The heel is a word I’ve never used or tried to train into them. To me, that would be like leaving a Corvette in 1st gear all the time, and I don’t want them to get into the habit of lollygagging when it’s time to run. I know many have trained for both, but I guess I like to get the work out of holding back two charging Huskies with just muscle. It’s a form of a workout that will tax you like the tortures the trainers at the gym invent.

Anyway, back to the walk. It was a short one of about a mile due to the high temps and humidity. I’m bebopping along enjoying the fact that we’d gone almost the whole route without an unleashed dog to jump into my 2 dog pack and create untold chaos that leaves me more stressed than work.

We are walking along (Being drug actually) and Nikki stops to investigate a bush. Fair enough because I’ve noticed that on walks she likes to pee on something every 10 yards. Funny she doesn’t feel this need when we are rolling on the trike but who am I to dictate the call of nature?

Nikki squats down on her belly under the bush and makes a limbo move to get lower. All I can see is fluffy butt and curly tail sticking out from under the bush. I gripe at her and pull the leash, and to my surprise, she comes out with a dead squirrel in her mouth.

Not your run of the mill road kill but a petrified version. Stiff as a damn board all intact, beady little black eyes that see nothing anymore. She’s proud of her find, but I’m not. I demand she drop it and she does. By this time Cooper has got in on the game, and while I’m trying to drag Nikki away with one leash, he lunges in and grabs the petrified vermin.

Thus, begins two rounds of trying to control these fools on 6 foot long leads. I no sooner get the squirrel away from one than the other dog grabs it. By this time, I have leashes wrapped all around me, and I’m cussing enough that a few neighbors look out their doors at the commotion.

They quickly decide to slam their doors and let me deal with it on my own. The fool with the Huskies is having a problem. I can almost hear the laughter and feel the gaze of video cameras filming me trying to untangle myself and keep that damn squirrel out of one dog or another’s maw.

So, the rest of the walk home was uneventful unless you consider two prey animals all worked up about a dead rodent. We ought to use road kill as motivation for races. You know, hang a pole out in front of the dogs with a petrified squirrel as bait. I’m sure you could do the Iditarod in 2 days instead of 8.

We get home, and my wife asked me how the walk was. We score our dog walks on how many people with dogs leashed or unleashed. I told her we didn’t see anyone.

She gets down on her knees and tells the dogs how good they are. They give her kisses all over her face, and I’m standing there, grinning.

“What?” She asks me.

So, I tell her about the squirrel incident. It takes a few seconds before she realizes that the dogs have been giving her kisses with squirrel breath. She runs for the bathroom to find a washcloth and soap.

I’m laughing my ass off because well, in my wife’s words at that time, “You’re an ass!”

And that concludes another walk. No one died or got sick, the squirrel didn’t care, and we made it home in one piece.

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