
It’s minus 10 degrees. The snow is soft, pristine and the air bitterly cold. The Huskies are brought out from their personalised Lillipution houses – one by one, ethereal puffs of warm breath rising into the cold air. The handlers hold the dogs’ collars tightly, lifting their front legs slightly off the ground. They do a comical kangaroo hop on strong back legs to the waiting sleds. Eyes wild, they twist their heads, craning, coiled-spring alert. In a rapid show of respect from the pack, the narrow path is cleared as each dog is frog-hopped past. Speedy… Luna… Mti… Popil…Amber…Nanuk…. Lucky… Tumi…Fire, and last, his white chest swathed casually in a thick black coat … Sky.
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