Certainly living at Latitude 65 makes for some quirky, oh-so-Alaskan stories. Today we went to cheer on the dogs and mushers at the Open North American dog races, held every year in Fairbanks. These are different racers than the distance teams running the Iditarod and Yukon Quest; the "Open" is a 3-day contest of 20-30 mile sprints.
We finally got out there today, the last day of the event. Other on-site festivities included the Parka Parade (a contest of handmade native parkas), and a fur auction. Not sure why, but I decided today was the day to purchase a beaver pelt for the house. So I grabbed a bidder number, watched the auctioneer work his way through the moose antlers, the fox skins, the grizzly hides, and I-kid-you-not one "back half of a Dahl sheep." Finally, upon hearing the above announcement about the beavers, I got in the bidding frenzy for this thing that is now on my living room floor. Poor Luna can't decide whether to sleep on it, pee on it, or eat the thing!