All this talk of yellow snow warnings (where the huskies go) reminds me of our honeymoon. Until we went dog sledding in Tromso, Northern Norway in winter 2012, I hadn't appreciated that huskies can (have to, I suppose) poop while strapped into the harness being dragged along at a rate of knots by their doggy colleagues. They achieve this by lifting both back legs off the ground and pooping right into the path of the following sled while continuing to run at full speed with their front legs. Quite the sight from squarely astern. It was a magical and romantic trip.
All this talk of yellow snow warnings (where the huskies go) reminds me of our honeymoon. Until we went dog sledding in Tromso, Northern Norway in winter 2012, I hadn't appreciated that huskies can (have to, I suppose) poop while strapped into the harness being dragged along at a rate of knots by their doggy colleagues. They achieve this by lifting both back legs off the ground and pooping right into the path of the following sled while continuing to run at full speed with their front legs. Quite the sight from squarely astern. It was a magical and romantic trip.