Coho is a sleddog, there's no question, no doubt, no even remote explination otherwise. When we run her, she runs. When we drive our fourwheeler across town, on these old dirt pot-hole stricken roads, she runs beside us. No matter how fast we go, she's there, feet pouding in a rythem that not even an earthquake could break. She has stride and agility. And when we slow down enough for her to lead, she leads, and she runs and listens to our commands- never straying too many feet ahead. There are times when she cannot join us. We tell her 'no' and force her to stay behind as we drive off. And she gets unbelievably mad. She whines and cries and barks hysterically- begging us to let her run. And sometimes we do. And she'll run, like a dog just born to win the Iditerod. I get butterflies just watching her. She's my lead dog, my first dog, and my undeniably loved (who loves in return) dog.
