The weather has been extremely fine lately. Without a breeze the Sun's warmth is glorious. Days like these are undeniably fine.
Bolt, our family dog, has finally been getting the exercise and attention he needs. And he loves to pull, true to his heritage. For a little dog, that has been largely sedentary he digs in and does his level best to drag me around with the leash. As it turns out, I'm the only one that can really walk him as he'll pull the kids off their feet and along on their belly until friction overcomes him.
So it is natural that we would hook him up to a sled. The original plan was to get a kicksled and let him help propel it around town, but "the best laid plans..." went aglay and we ended up not getting one (the cost of shipping killed it). So we used Travis' toy qamotiq which was originally built to haul the air compressor back and forth between the House and our duplex so we could keep it inside overnight.
Bolt pulls like a trooper, and when fresh fast out distanced me running to catch up. Being the undisciplined pup he is, there is no control of where he's going, but I don't think Travis cared a whit.
Here are some scenes from yesterday's qimuksiq (dog sledding).