Six months has passed..


I can´t believe these guys recently turned six months old. They are starting to look like real dogs! They are running free every day – we are living really in the middle of nowhere and they still didn´t reach the age when they are leaving the pack for their own adventures.  I hope the running gives them a great foundation for their future life as working sleddogs..

I always considered the puppies to be alike in bodytype. Although seeing them like this, I realize they are quite different. Bolt has got really long legs (bottom right) meanwhile Bullet (top right) seems to become a real powerlady. Tropper (top left) was kind of chubby for a long time but now his body grew into his skin and he´s starting to look really good. Sniper (bottom left) was always a very balanced female – and she still is.

Right now, besides from hours of running, I´m also continuing to build a solid mental foundation for them. Depending on their current mood and self development, I present to them different kinds of challenges. They choose themselves when and how they will approach it. For exampel I never force them to approach a foreign person but they often get the chance to see new persons and they might hesitate to approach the first ones but after a while they built the experience that foreign people are nice and cuddly.

Of course another important part of their daily education, is spending time with the pack. Talking “dog” is one thing but learning the differents ways of expressing there is within the pack might take a bit longer. Included in that is also running along with the team getting used to different kinds of behavours during takeover. The core purpose of all training is to slowly build a strong self confidence in running fast forward no matter what.

Other than me hiding education in pretty much everything we do every day, these sweeties are also spending a lot of time playing. Right now, their favourite game is “I´ve got a bigger bone than you”, running around trying to steal each others bones. There are rarely fights though, they seem to sort everything out by themselves.


Dog care above medals

Ready to race! Photo: Malin Granqvist, Team Villiviimas

I would say I´m a rather competitive person. The thought of stepping up on the top of the podium gives me goosebumps enough to plan my life five or even ten years ahead.. The top of performances is both worth waiting and working for! Now this could be a post about winning. A text about the taste of gold medals and watching the pieces of my dream team fall into place one after another. But that is not what I will tell you about today.

Already early in the week before, the weathercast showed warm weather coming in. There would be both snow, rain and plus degrees during the upcoming competition in Nornäs. I waited until the last minute to wax the skiis, hoping for the weathercast to turn. The last few days before leaving, the dogs got an extra bowl of yummi flavoured water every day. Their hydration level is essential when running in plus degrees. When you try to make it to the top, there are no margins for negligence. Small details can be crusial.

We planned to go to a few competitions already this year. My ambition was to have a top performing team for the Swedish Championships in the beginning of March. Nornäs was not planned to be an important race at first. But competition is rare in the mid distance classes and now there were six (!) other mushers signed up in my class in Nornäs. That might be the best competition for the season and a number of these has done great results in Swedish as well as international races.

I went into myself before competing. I always do. Deep within myself. I have forgotten how to do it, it just happens. My body and mind starts to organize things meticulously. Every little routine is a part of finding the right state of mind to compete. I spend more and more time with the dogs and I swear they are never surprised when I finally start to pack the car! Well, enough about this. I wanted you to have a peek into my brain before we throw ourselves back to a foggy Nornäs, Saturday at 11.56.

Ready for the first heat.. Photo by Susanne Enochsson

The dogs had been eating and drinking really well through the whole week. It’s really a relief knowing they are all in good shape and are ready to race! As usual I planned to start out with one main leader and one speedkeeper in front. Sauron and Dolly were chosen. We had a late position starting out after several other mid distance teams. It felt good to have an experienced leaddog in front in case of passings.

So we started out. I could almost immediately tell the trail was heavy. The dogs were working really hard but as soon as the speed went up, they started to step through the trail. Maybe I could have run them fast but at this moment it would mean risking both their mental and physical health. Now my team is still young and my goal is not to be on top this year. There’s that thing with patience. I could run them fast and make them feel like they cannot trust the trail but of course that’s not an option. That would lower their self confidence and – even worse – can make them afraid of high speed.

So I just had to accept the fact that the dogs health and safety would affect our race a lot. And you know what? I didn’t hesitate one second. Even though the most important race of the year, even though I had the chance to beat the world champion, one of my strongest competitors that I’ve longed to beat since our miserable race at last years Swedish championships, even though fame and glory and gold and whatever – I couldn’t care less. Now this was my biggest victory ever. The moment I realized that my ambitions and goals never, ever would be superiour my dogs health.

Nothing can ever be more important than my dogs health.. Photo by Susanne Enochsson

The first ten kilometers of the race were the slowest. With the lowered speed, I decided to change leaddogs and let Sonic step up together with Dolly. There weren´t going to be much of passings and Sonic has been doing really well in lead lately. Sauron seemed relieved to step back and do the heavy work in back of the team. He was in lead every competition during his life and now, having other leaddogs coming up, I’m trying to give him a break every now and then.

The dogs got to choose their way of working throught the race. I’m more and more getting used to read and understand the running of hot headed dogs. A few years ago, my team was easy to control by voice. I could ask them to increase the speed strategically, as well as keep the speed down and get them to rest. It was an easy-to-run team and we did good in competition. It was my old Kit who changed all this. His way of working was something that I had never before seen. He ALWAYS wanted to increase the speed. It didn’t matter where or how we were running – he would always work as if we were catching up on some other teams. He was my first hot headed dog and since then that’s all I’ve been looking for.

Running dogs who won’t rest during work demanded a whole new way of mushing from me. First thing is the dogs will need a lot of training. They will work 110% no matter how much training they have got in their legs. Considering that, it’s crusial to be slow and strategic when increasing distance. Pia Ångström, a great sprint racer, once said “a hot headed dog will need more training than the regular dog”. Back then, those words meant nothing to me. Today they are one of my foundations in training.

Second thing in these dogs is when they go down in speed, it’s because they really, really need to go slow. They won’t loose speed to rest, recover or endure the race. They go down in speed only because their bodies force them to. This was explained to me for the first time at the Swedish Championships 2017. Jens Lindberget coached me through all three days and I finally realized the meaning of his words. I, their musher, can’t ask them to speed up during these slower parts of the races. That would mean pushing them over their limits.

That’s how we went on during this first day of the race. Sometimes the dogs worked their way forward in an appropriate speed, sometimes they slowed down or even stopped to cool themselves in the snow. All this I could easily accept, knowing that they are doing it because they need to. There’s nothing unobedient with it. They are purely looking after themselves in a way that a hot headed crazy running sleddog does.

It was 25 kilometers or so before we caught up on our main competitor. I didn’t expect to do so since we kind of mentally let go of the race but of course, as I sometimes seem to forget, a heavy trail is equally heavy for all the competitors. We slowly closed in on them, stopped for some snowcooling, closed in on them again. Finally we passed them in a very calm and safe way.

Now I know Nina Finstad has been a top performancer not only in sleddog sports, but also other sports. Because what happened next was her teaching me one of the most elementary things in sports. She taught me good sportswomanship. Now of course it’s easy to be nice when you win. But here, as a world champion just being passed by a local crazy lady, she would have all reasons not to be happy. Now she did just the opposite. I turned around to watch her team and I heard her voice;

“Marlene! You have a really beautiful team there!”

Her words went straight into my heart. Not only could she see what I believe I see in my team. She also had the guts, the self distance, the strength to tell me this. Nina showed me how to act when times are rough. I probably will never be the same again, loosing a competition.

This was right before the chaos..


Sonic stepped up as a leaddog during the weekend. Photo by Malin Granqvist, Team Villiviimas

Soon after the passing I heard shouting. What did they say? Were there more passings? Did they shout my name? No, it wasn´t my name. We kept on running a few hundred meters and when I turned to check on the others, I could see noone. Now this was very strange. Normally after a passing, you try to follow the faster team for a while. Now the trail was empty behind me. I stopped and listened. Everything was quiet. No sign of complications from where I could hear. This confirmed my thoughts; I must have missed the crossing where we would go out on the second lap.

I tried to see the other teams taking the new trail. But I could see noone. Just trees and snow. I called Nina. What had happened? The line was occupied. I checked on my gps. We had been running 26 kilometers. I tried to remember the map from the musher meeting. Where were the crossing? Was it close to the 2-dog trail? Or the 4-dog trail? Where were we? I counted in my head and from what I could tell, we shouldn´t come to the crossing just yet. I called Nina again. No answer. I finally decided to go on running and, at the same time, prepare to turn around if the finish line would appear.

Then we were alone. I can’t remember any other team besides one sprintdog team passing in front of us. Noone caught up on us. After a few kilometers Nina called. She had had troubles with a dog. We talked for a while about what happened and she told me she needed to take him out from the team and put him in the sled. I remember thinking if I would catch up on her on the second lap, I could bring her dog to the finish line. But she had already passed the crossing. Now we were on our own again.

We hit the finish line. The dogs were happy. I was happy. We all defeated the warm weather and tough trail. Dolly and Sonic had energy left to force through the fenced area over to the hamburger hack. The arrival to the car confirmed that the dogs were in good shape. They all ate and drank eagerly. It might have been the first time that all dogs ate all their meals through a whole competition weekend.

I knew we were in the lead after the first heat. I had no idea of how much, though. It didn’t really matter – the only thing I could have done better were making faster decisions on the trail. But it’s like that in mid distance. You are out for hours and a lot of things can – and will – happen. There is rarely the perfect race, that’s almost impossible when working with living individuals. Routine, experience and good knowledge about your dogs is what eventually will save you that little extra time.

Preparing for second heat. Photo by Malin Granqvist

Sunday morning and time for second, and last, heat. The competition organizers had seeded the starting list overall mid distance, meaning they mixed us 6-dog teams with the 12-dog teams according to yesterdays result. That’s really a great way to ease the race for the dogs and avoid unnecessary passings in the trail. We started out two minutes behind Gantus breeder, Maria Pålsson, who were running in the 12-dog class.

The weather had changed in a good way. The temperature was slightly lower and there were actually some blue sky showing up every now and then. We were catching up on Maria soon after start, she had some troubles and were standing still. It wasn’t long though, until she came after us. Now the circumstances of the race had changed dramatically. The trail was hard and the only thing holding the dogs back was the humidity that partly hit us in the trail. I could hardly see any difference but I felt it clearly both in the periods of weakening of the team and the hard time I had to breath.

We only needed to stop a few times to cool down in the snow. Instead I tried to use these stops to give the dogs time enough to really get the pulse down. It felt like we were pulling away from Maria sometimes but she just wouldn’t give up and soon she gained on us again. My stubborn beloved friend! We ended upp racing almost the whole race together, shared waterbottle, did some live facebook and laughed a lot. Noone caught up on us, neither did we catch up on someone else. We finished with only seconds between us and great smiles on our faces!

And somehow we made it. Although regular stops to cool down, the running pace was high enough to give us a great margin for winning. All and together the Yabasta dogs were almost thirty minutes faster than the other medalists. We even had the third fastest runs comparing with the 12-dog class. Our race wasn’t perfect in the context of troublefree. We are still working on our routines and need to add some experience to make those totally fluent races. But now I got the confirmation I needed. The team has potential to compete on a high international level. And I’m mentally ready to do so.


Yabasta racing team 2019

I have felt like training was a little bit off through the fall. I put a lot of energy into building large kennels for the dogs and tried to keep somewhat a continuity with training every second or third day. The past month, we finally got to extend distances and start, what I feel like, the real training. We are about 500 km behind our regular schedule at the moment so I cancelled Vildmarksracet. Will really miss it though, it’s one of my favourite competitions! Instead we signed up to run in Åsarna. This is a historical arena that now is opening up again. So, our first competition will be 8-dog sprint in Åsarna, to start up the dogs with an adjusted distance and in a way also as a memory of Mats Eriksson who was a great 8-dog sprintrunner and whos lines are one of the foundation lines of the Yabasta kennel.

So tonight we went to Lillholmsjö for a shorter and faster run. The weather has turned and temperature is starting to fall, finally. The dogs rested yesterday and seemed to have gained quite some energy. The plan was at first to run two times 8 km but as I felt the dogs doing really good though higher speed than normal, I quickly changed the plan and chose to finish the training after 8 km only. These sessions are more a mental adjustment than a physical and I believe it can make the dogs even more excited finishing training with lots of energy left 🙂 Tomorrow we go back to regular training, though, trying to brake our second 40+ km for the season 🙂

The team above is:

Sauron – Dolly
Sonic – Gantu
Turbo – Karma
Aviar – Nitro

Top 10 of 2018

Jukka & Folke

10. Great homes

I knew I would need to rehome a few dogs this year.. Team was speeding up and the situation started to be impossible to solve in a way where every dog could fully be satisfied. Finally Folke and Pila found their way to loving homes where I’m certain they get the best out of life ❤️

9. Meeting Dallas Seavy

I guess I’ve never been as star struck as this moment..


8. Breeders education

I finally got the possibility to attend the Swedish kennel club’s education for breeders!

7. A great team

Day before Christmas we had a fast 22 km run on great trails and I enjoyed every second of running my own smooth and fast team.

6. Welcome home, Sonic

Due to changes in life, I got the possibility to take back Sonic to the team. As a breeder, I’m truly grateful to have both trained and competed with all five puppies from the first Yabasta litter!

5. Shit talk

Finally I got someone to talk with about one of my favorite subjects – shit – when I was recruited to the kollamasken-team who are scientists and nerds on worms and parasites!

4. World championships

Running the world championships was one of the coolest things ever! I really want to do that again!

3. Moving to the mountains

Finally taking the step, pack all dogs and move to the mountains was scary as hell but we made it and I’m so happy for that!

2. Vildmarksracet part 1

Starting out Vildmarksracet with my own five dogs and three borrowed alaskans was one of the races I will never forget. We were practically flying! That was the perfect race in my eyes, my goal is to run just like that!

1. Puppies

The happiest time ever, I got to spend together with these small fur balls. Finally my dreams came true, not only to breed my two favorite individuals but also to experience a birth and litter free from complications.

Last, but not least, I wish to thank our sponsors for this year, especially Camilla at Qurts, Tobias and Sara at Swedish Centerlines, Mia at Royal Canin and Bitte at kollamasken!

Wishing you all a happy new year 2019!

Pure happiness

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I had one of those moments today.. When the whole world stops turning. The puppies had their first time outside the puppy box.. I was just sitting there, absorbing the smell, the sounds, the beautiful small creatures exploring the new world around them. I had my camera in my right hand, just pulling of a few photos now and then while my whole mind was filled with that moment of total joy. One of my happiest moments in life ❤

Meet the Black Powder!

Yabasta Black Powder ….. (“tvåan”)
Yabasta Black Powder Colt (stays at kennel Yabasta)
Yabasta Black Powder Bolt
Yabasta Black Powder Ninya
Yabasta Black Powder ….. (“sexan”)
Yabasta Black Powder Sniper (stays at kennel Yabasta)
Yabasta Black Powder Rocket
Yabasta Black Powder Bullet (stays at kennel Yabasta)

Black Powder arriving

Six weeks pregnant..

Now the time finally came to welcome the Yabasta Black Powder litter to the world. Those of you who followed Yabasta for some while, know that we have waited a long time for this litter to become reality. For me, this was not only a dream coming true, but also a way to push myself to face my greatest fear. The first (and only) Yabasta-litter was a trip through my worst nightmares with the mother almost dying and the loss of four beautiful puppies..

Bolt, the first born puppy. A fudge coloured male.

The water broke just before 14.00 last friday. My had been restless and wanted me to be close to her during the whole week, but friday was especially intense. She refused food and had a hard time resting. I was hesitating, not knowing when or how the delivery would begin. You can read all the books in the world and I read plenty of them last time – yet I couldn’t see that something was wrong. This time, I had nightmares over and over again during the last weeks. It scared me deeply, the thought of me doing something wrong and risking both My and the puppies lifes..

But the water broke. And before I knew it, he was there..

Experienced mother My resting..

His name is Bolt. The firstborn. I didn´t even see him coming. When I took a peek to check on My, suddenly there he was. And I cried. The surprise as well as the relief shook my whole body. We made it the whole way. Now they finally were coming.

Three small boys, eager for mommys milk..

It went fast, the first hour. I presented some food and water to My and she rested and recovered with her small one close to her. There was hardly one hour until she started to take deep breaths again. After minutes, or it might even have been seconds, he was there. The second male. His small nose urging for air. Of this I had read in the book. There can be water in his nose. With My’s permission, I carefully lifted him up and put his face to my mouth. A short sip and a salty liquid landed on my tongue. Now he could breed. The feeling was amazing.

The first puppies started to dry..

I just needed to sit there and watch. My had litters before and proved herself to be a wonderful mother. Now I could experiense that for myself. One after another, the puppies came. No complications, just My working herself through the delivery bit by bit. Me presenting her with food and water. Trying to update my closest friends, combined with a overwhelming feeling of gratitude. Piece by piece, the fear loosened up. At nine in the evening, seven puppies were born. They were just about the same size, and all of them eager to eat. Five males and two females.

On saturday morning there was a surprise..

I woke up from a deep sleep and went to check on My. She rested calmly with the small ones close to her. One, two, three.. Four, five, six and seven. And eight?! I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was another puppy! A dark brown male, born during the night.

Sleeping close to mommy..
The fourth pup was born with a shout! His name will be Ninja.
The dark brown girl came as number five. Her name will be Bullet.
The fudge-coloured girl came as number seven. Her name will be Sniper.
Eat, sleep, repeat!
Bullet.. I can’t believe those small paws will be racing one day..
The eighth puppy surprised me. A dark and healthy male.

There has now been a week since the small ones were born. They are all growing. The first days, My didn’t want to leave the bed at all. Now she has started to take short walks between the feeding hours. There has been a few critical moments. She refused food two times. And the past days the temperature in the room have dropped. I could see that My had tore up the bottom blanket in her bed. Took me some time to realize she wanted to cover her puppies to keep them warm. I presented a blanket to her and raised the temperature in the room. Soon, she was satisfied.

I have always had a great respect, an admiration, for My. She has been, and still is, a great sleddog with more experiense than most. Spending this first week with her as a mother, has taught me so much. I have learned things from her that will be my strength for the rest of my life! My love for her has only deepened. I´m hoping so much to have her many years to come. And I’m incredibly greatful to have her as foundation in the Yabasta breedline. Ulveheia’s My.