A couple of Sundays ago I took a ride over to the sled dog races in Westbrook. As soon as I parked the truck and turned off the ignition, I could hear the yelping. Like Heidi Klum ready to walk a runway, these dogs were some excited. Years ago, Elenka and I would often take a yearly trek to Rangley Lake and watch the races there. As I recall, they were the Can-American trials. It was fun to walk among the trucks, filled with caged, barking dogs. As I remember, back then the dogs seemed to be the bigger variety huskies and malamutes. If you know my story, it's about as close as I'll ever get to owning a dog. But hope rings eternal. The other day, my brother's wife told me Marchin wants a puppy! I'll tell you this; if it happens, this will be a SHOCKING development in our family. It'll knock that liar, Lance Armstrong, and that hoaxer, Manti Te'o, right off the sports pages. Hey, there might be hope for me and a dog yet. Time will tell. By the way, did you like how I worked HK into this piece this morning? Grin!