by RαrєHuskíєs » Mon Sep 12, 2011 2:26 pm
¢нαρтєя 8: мєєт мє нαℓƒωαу
Koda was sitting there, accompanied by Lola and gypsy, the two lovely ladies. As we sat there, I watched Tara curiously. After a few moments of sitting there, not doing much, I saw Tara's Grandfather appear from the house, trudging through the snow in his thick rubber boots, with rubber soles, with grips, as to make sure he didn't fall. I tilted my head, seeing him head away from us, back to the barn. I yelped, and looked up at Tara. She merely giggled, and shook her head. I sat back down, looking questionably at Lola. She chuckled. "Koda, dearie, he is simply going to get us out equipment" she said, nodding to the barn again. I turned my head, seeing him walk out, carrying three harnesses, a small one, and two medium sized ones, it seemed. It barked curiously, and tucked my tail in a bit, a tad bit nervous.
As he got closer, he starting cooing to me, as if he figured I would bolt off, and at the moment, I wasn't to sure if I planned on staying. There was so much metal, and it looked rather heavy. My ears pinned back slightly, my eyes wide and nervous, my tail wavering slightly under my body, in a greeting, a scared, rather unhappy greeting. He reached down gently, and patted my head, rubbing in between by ears, making me a bit less scared. I relaxed, my tail coming back out, and thumping against the snow warmly, keeping the heat in my body. I re-opened my eyes, and saw Lola grinning widely. "Good job, sport. That's a boy. But now you gotta' let him put the harness on" I stopped, and tilted my head. "The h- what?" I asked, wondering. She simply nodded to the old man, and just as I turned around, a thick contraption was placed over my head, and promptly clicked under me, almost enveloping me, before I could even process what was happening. The old man was quick at this. Quicker than I figured he could move. He must have a lot of practice with this, I thought.
Lola came over to us, standing by the man, as he did the same thing to her, and the Gypsy. I was standing there, stock still, feeling as if I had rocks on my body, weighing me down, pressing my pads into the snow. I whined slightly, and Tara patted me comfortingly, then standing back up, admiring how I looked, I guessed. As Lola and Gypsy were ready, Tara started her march towards a wide, long field. Being on a leash, I had to follow, trudging my paws heavily in the snow, almost to the point where she was dragging me. I whined every so often, and, after a while, even Lola gave up with trying to calm me. As we made it there, I turned to see the old man dragging a huge wood peice, with many contraptions on it. I tilted my head, and watched him carefully, scooting out of his way when he got too close. My ears were pinned back as he took my leash from Tara. He then whistled for Gypsy and Lola, hooking them up to the wood piece, and having the side by side. I watched him, wondering where I would go. I wasn't going next to them, as there was not enough room.
My body was tense as he dragged me closer, hooking me right in front of them. My tail was tucked, and that was when I heard Lola whisper to me. "When they say mush, you must run forwards, right to where Tara is" she said, pointing her nose about half a mile away, and I froze. All of a sudden the word was yelled, but I didn't budge. After a few seconds of being still, Tara called to me. "Come on, Koda, come! Won't you come this far?" as an answer, I let out a wavering puppy howl, tucking my tail, and backing up, almost getting us tangled. As I watched Tara sigh, she jogged about halfway in, standing there, much closer. Not so far, I thought. And then she yelled. "Meet me halfway?" and I grinned lopsidedly, as I thought, I can do this. I was meant for this, and I knew, as my blood pumped, my heart raced, I could feel the snow in my paws, the wind in my face, the coldness coursing through my veins. I realized what I was that moment, a sled dog. As great as my mom and dad, and now, it would be my first run, I had to prove to everyone I was worthy of such a great position.
“𝙳𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠.”
― 𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝙶𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝