What makes a sled dog happy?
The great outdoors…….
Conversation with their humans…….
Going on multi-day dogsled/camping trips with their mushers who don’t seem to mind that there is hardly any snow…….
Running in harness on frozen lakes…….
I tried to get pictures of the adults and their freshly strawed houses but it’s dark and frankly not one of them would co-operate. They were busy fluffing up nests to the point where all you saw was straw in the doorways and no dog. We use about 40 bales a winter for the dogs and straw day is very exciting indeed. I imagine the fresh bedding feels good, but more than that, there must be a whole world of smells in that lovely yellow grass.
Not only do the dogs get fresh bedding but apparently it’s straw day for me too. Somehow, even though I wear a parka, outdoor pants, gloves and hat, I still find straw in my hair, under my shirt, in my bra and yes folks…..in my underwear.
Moving right along, I also had Armageddon, the 110 lb quivering with energy Malamute, jump up into my face as I was leaning over. Thankfully he just hit the side of my head – still hurt though and I may have used some inappropriate language. Ah well, he’s used to it.