As summer blends into fall and fall dips into winter, life at the kennels continues to be an exercise of mixed emotions. Winter hit us full force with – 20oC (some days below – 30oC with wind chill). Working with hounds in this weather is paramount to cutting of one’s right hand. It is not a fun task! In addition to this, every other day, the slaughter house beckons before 6:30 a.m. I get the delicious task of searching for juicy pieces of dead animals to nourish our hound. All this makes me ponder, on occasion whatever possessed me to say, “Yes,” to this job?



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