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Editorial: Defining the Inuit Sled Dog
Featured Inuit Dog Owner: Sylvia Feder
All the Wrong Reasons
Last Trip of the Century to the North Pole
Bering Bridge Expedition - 10 Years Later
Ways of the North
Behavioral Notebook: Watching TV
Poem: Standing Invitation
Video Review: Dog of the Midnight Sun
Janice Howls: Observations
In My Humble Opinion: Work, et. al.
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artwork by Sylvia Feder
by Janice Dougherty
As if shot from cannon,
Those crazed and savage beasts
Surge forward in their harnesses
Howling for release
Of their ancient, seething energies;
Defying all those clucking tongues
Who smirk and say: "They've lost it!"
Wish they could see them run.
I smile now, as they lunge and strain,
Proud and eager with power;
Thrusting in unified abandon
For brief, precious snowy hours.
For this alone they were bred and fed,
All else a flimsy vanity.
Transporting my soul to an older place,
And restoring me to sanity.
Time long past, now, but still recalled
When we scavenged each other's leavings,
When our lives and deaths were intertwined,
Measured out in our labor's heavings.
They stand inside the threshold now,
Of the door to civilization -
Yet beckon me back to join them
In an older realization
Of the flow of life, of simple joys,
Of a truly incredible bond.
I lift my foot from the pronged claw brake
And urge them to take me on!