Historians believe the dog sled was invented thousands of years ago when an Alaskan Eskimo attached a pair of crude runners to a frame, hitched this contrivance to a pack of dogs, climbed aboard, and wound up in Brazil. I took a far more modest dog-sled ride, up and down a smallish mountain near Hailey, Idaho, on a sled operated by Sun Valley Sled Dog Adventures. I was part of a two-sled party, which requires 18 dogs. And so naturally this would cause every one of them to have to make MORE weewee, which every other one would, of course, have to sniff, the result being that we soon were witnessing what nuclear physicists call a Runaway Chain Weewee Reaction. We passengers climbed into the sleds, and Brian and Jeremy stood on the runners behind.
Every dog runs a little differently, has a different personality.
But he had to keep talking to Suzy, who was definitely not pulling her share of the load. She was waddling more than trotting. You could just tell that if Suzy worked for a large corporation, she'd spend most of her days making personal phone calls. We trotted briskly to the top of the mountain, then Jeremy and Brian turned the sleds around in a maneuver that had all the smooth precision of a prison riot as the two teams of dogs suddenly decided this would be a good time for all 18 of them to sniff each other's private regions. But they got straightened out, and we roared back down the hill.