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A Day at the Sled Dog Kennel
I held an Alaskan Husky pup today – one bred for sprint racing so she was slim and sleek. And I ate cold fried chicken out of a wicker picnic hamper and spit cherry pits out the window while we bumped home on a dirt road.
We listened to stories of the Iditarod we hadn’t already heard and pet noble dogs including the extraordinarily handsome Baker, now retired after having raced miles equivalent to the circumference of the earth.
Our own dogs slept curled up in our truck like the sled dogs they are, waiting for our tour to be over so they could stretch and show themselves to be as ready as ever to show their beautiful stuff.
It was all lovely.
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MIDOG sled dog kennel in Michigan’s U.P.
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Have you been here before? From your smile it looks like it was a great adventure! No puppies came home with you in the truck did they? 🙂