Dog Sledding

We reach the Kennel,
It is blistering cold,
but something,
perhaps the dogs,
gives us a feeling of warmth.
our dogs are chosen,
sled packed up,
Ready, Let's Go!
The first 500 meters has a hill,
we run beside,
bringing up our body heat,
we start shedding layers!
But only to put them back on,
ten minutes later.
every stop, i mean every stop
i hear Dugan's bark,
At frist it drives my crazy,
but i soon love it.
We arrive at camp;
hungry, and tired
no food and rest though,
more chores, the dogs come first,
after what seems like hours we feed ourselves,
make the sauna
and close our eyes
the morning awakes
another day in the blistering cold
the tingling, burning pain of cold metal
and Mike
the craziest of them all