Well dad said this would happen the young man thinks to himself. “Damm if I was going to start seeing things why could it not be a pizza!” Harry says aloud remembering the tale his grandfather told him about seeing a singing pizza once when on the dog trail for forty-eight hours.
“Yes a pizza. Lots of meat on it,” Byran adds tail wagging behind him.
“Why could you not pester Sue instead of me?” Harry asks thinking of his sister who could not be more then an hour behind him with her own sled team. Time having come to decide which sibling would inherit the family champion-racing kennel it was decided brother and sister would race.
“Does she have pizza,” Bryan asks perking his ears forward a bit more eager now in this human. But then the dogs smell alot more interesting he thinks casting a look over at them. One of the bitches is close to being in season he some how just knows lifting muzzle to sniff at the air. The sled team simply just watches this strange dog neither acting hostile or friendly too well trained to misbehave while in the sled traces.
But the sounds of dogs barking down the trail brings the attention of human and dogs looking back the way the sled has came.
“Shit! That has to be Sue and her team!” Harry yells reaching to grab the snow hook holding his sled team in place. But what to do with this lose dog. Is it even real? Will the dog that is clearly male run along side the sled? He wonders noticing the malamute displaying his red tip hinting of having picked up on Ginger’s approaching season of heat.