What better way to remember a husky than on a such a day. Although he never physically ran the race, like all huskies, Butch's spirit ran. When Butch walked, even on the hottest summer day, Butch pulled with his shoulders - his chest pushing forward - as if he were moving a train. When it snowed, Butch rolled and cavorted in it; he nibbled snow like a frozen treat. He plucked the snowflakes from the air. The cold nurtured an energy inside him that knew no limit. I know, that if he would have been given the chance, Butch would have been the lead dog.
In Memory of Butchie Boogie..........
Mush my beauty....MUSH!
