Foot steps in the distance Bryan puts his nose to the crack under the door for a sniff. The musher he thinks with sudden fear and begins races about the narrow room as if thinking to hide. Once used for tool storage the wooden shack now only holds one misbehaving canine. Lack of windows keeping the dog in darkness, lack of anyone to talk to keeping him lonely. “Why am I in here! I am being punished.” He whines rearing upon his hind legs as he tries to grasp the door knob. Paws not as good as hands his canine nails only give the wooden door scratch marks before the dog falls back down to all fours. “Got to get out!” he whimpers not really sure why he keeps trying to grasp the door handle with his paws. Turning to his water pan he takes a quick slurp of the icy water before pacing once more. The room smelling strongly canine thanks to his having relieved himself, the scent of dog is strangely comforting to him. The door suddenly opens causing Bryan to instinctively press forward as he tries to escape.
Smell of dog strong even to human nose the musher can not help but notice the shed needs a good cleaning. The human ready for this dog to try wiggling out past his legs the moment the door is open easily blocks the dog. Well use to how this breed loves to escape kennels after having raised so many of these dogs over the years.
“Sit!” he tells the panicking canine in a firm commanding voice.