Pyro the Fat-Eater

 Feb. 2017

A very special thing happened before our last race, an 80-miler over two days.

The special thing was that one of the dogs got into the bucket of chicken fat (we dole it out by the tablespoon) and ate, like, half of it.

But we didn't know which dog

Which meant that somewhere in my time, one of those happy running dogs was an explosive digestive time bomb just waiting to happen.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock

[PIC OF SLED TEAM HERE SORRY]

tick tock tick tock tick tock

[SHORT VIDEO OF SLED TEAM]

Ten miles, twenty miles... all was quiet.  The dogs were running great up every hill.  We passed volunteers cheering, children waving.

But truth will out.

There was a splash, and Badger puked.  But the thing is, Badger pukes pretty much every day.  He shook his face and wagged his tail.

And then the truth came out.  IT WAS PYRO.

Yes.  Pyro. Pyro ate the fat.  There was no doubt about that.  And the mystery was no more.  THE END.


Twitter reply:  so like. was this diarrhoea while running... or did he slow down or have to be taken out or... i don't know if i wanna know.

Blair:  let's just say we left a trail.


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