Tripawd Wyatt Ray Dawg meets up with the Odaroloc Sled Dogs and goes mushing in Telluride, Colorado.
Hey Tripawders it’s been a long time, did you miss me? Sorry I haven’t written, things have been really busy here, see?
Today I’m chillaxin’ and thinking about my friends, the Odaroloc Sled Dawgs. Last week I got to hook up with them again, in the mountains. And man, was it cool. I mean like cold enough for the Huskies to do their thing: MUSH!
And GUESS WHO got to go along for a run? You guessed it, the only three-legged German Shepherd sled dog in the world: ME!
When I met up with them the team was practicing for their big move to Alaska in the winter, so there was no snow, but that’s OK, dirt is just fine by us.
That’s TC, and she’s lead Musher Queen. She had to look hard to find an extra big harness just for me. See, working Huskies are small, and I’m not. But that’s kewl. It fit and she found my color.
I had to chill with the boys for a while, just to make sure we all knew what each other’s butts smelled like. After all, what else do you do when you’re running with team, right? I also had to practice my howling, just to make sure I fit in.
Later that day, like really later, I passed the sled dawg test and got my chance to mush! We ran at night, because well, see, dogs see better than yous humans in the dark. Plus, it was super cold which is perfect for running.
And we were off! We ran as far as any special needs sled dawg team could! There was me, and all of the retired Odaroloc team members having the time of our lives.
It was only a short fun run and not very far but dang! To be part of a TEAM, to run like the wind and pull and howl and . . . wow! TC says I found my calling. She better watch out. I might be hitching a ride to Alaska this winter.
Next time I got another story to tell you about the Spirit of Bucky. But I’ll save that one for later, it’s good. Over and out. And MUSH ON!