They’re As Stinky As They Are Cute

The wood beneath us creaked and heaved like a boat on rolling seas, slowly at first, as twelve dogs pulled the sled on which we were perched. The rocking was the only tactile sensation I had until we started to gain speed, that was when the wind stung my face. It was remarkable how powerful the dogs were, though I know from experience that even my twenty three pound pup at the peak of her strength could pull me off of my feet. However, this was raw and wild power.