by Supernatural513 » Fri Feb 19, 2016 2:09 pm
Today was the day. It was an ordinary racing day to the seasoned Princess. Contrary to her name,she was anything but. The morning routine went by. While all the other dogs ran around yipping erotically,she maintained a calm precidence. Latched to her harness she made last minute communications to her teams. She the swing dog,had a very important job, keep the team together and manage the turns. Alerting them and moving in such a rhythm so the sled would not topel over. Three,two,one, go. The man shouted. Pushing against her harness the team moved as a well oiled machine and the self began to glide across the compacted snow. Faster and faster she gained speed. She was agile and fast. "Let's go,let's go,turn to the left at my count" she bawled at the others. "Three,two,one,lead,swing,swing2,wheel". A successful turn was managed. "Now this is entertainment". She watched as sleds competed neck and neck. The thrill impressed her. The scent of other dogs,their harnesses,and such filled her nose. Comfortable a steady motion and speed was picked. She felt the adrenaline pulse and her heart quicken. A look of happiness painted itself on to her face. Her lungs inflated to deflate. This was her job and her passion. She would run miles anyday over being in a kennel or house pet. The wind swept her fur in all directions,but mostly back. The coldness didn't bother her body but it nipped at her slightly sensitive paws. She took in the scenery she could while most of it blurred. She was having a grand time. Her tounge began to loal for a moment or two. To her it was part game part job. She relied on her intellect more so then strength or stamina,making her a good swing dog. She wanted to win,the feeling practically boiling over in her.
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