The Fan Hitch Volume 3, Number 3, June 2001

Newsletter of the Inuit Sled Dog

Table of Contents

From the Editor
Featured Inuit Dog Owner: Brian and Linda Fredericksen
Lake Nipigon - Solo
Inuit Dogs in New Hampshire, Part II
The Inuit Dogs of Svalbard
Update: Uummannaq Children's Expedition
Update: Iqaluit Dog Team By-Law is Official
Poem: Instinct
The Homecoming: Epilogue
Product Review: Sock Sense
Tip for the Trail: Wet Equals Cold
Janice Howls: More Than Meets the Eye
Page from a Behaviour Notebook: Hunting

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by Janice Dougherty

You stand right here in this very place
With your own unique and questioning face
Because all those who went before
Survived as they passed through the door
And ran the gauntlets of their lives.
Each one striving alone
Yet dependent on what had been honed
By fortune - whittled clean
By storm and famine and all the trials
Of battles, broken hearts, eons of denial;
Tenacious beyond all reason.
Yet endure they did, survive the ages
Through massive upheavals and species changes
All the way up from the first living cell
That emerged from the heavens to live through hell -
Inexorable...relentless...just to produce YOU!
So tap it now, that strength in your bones
The power only sleeps 'till you beckon it: "Come!"
Part modeled by time, part intact as it was,
It awaits your command, it has only one cause-
Your instinct to survive.