Running the owl hoot trail is a saying from the American old West. Its what outlaws called what they did. You run at night, to avoid all those unpleasant bullets wanting to put you into an early grave.
I guess in this neighborhood I’m a bit of an outlaw myself. We run, and avoid the unleashed, and walking dogs/people with no socialization skills. We run free of interference and I give these dogs what they love. We run silent, and fast.
I have a headlight and tail light on the bike. I have a headlamp on my head over a stocking cap. I’m dressed in all black and my dogs are black and white.
There is no barking, there is only the sound of pads on the asphalt and the occasional jingle of brass hardware that attaches them to this 3-wheeled implement of destruction. We are stealth, special forces of the husky clan.
We fear not the cars, or the trail because we are trained for it. We eat up ground at an amazing pace. To a husky this night time adventure is what they live for. Something new and something special.
I want my dogs to have that adventure, to live as free as I can let them, before they leave this world.
It’s special because we do it together. We take the risks as a team, and that just adds to the excitement.
We run, and when we get back home we are ecstatic because we get to run another day or night.
We ran the Owl Hoot trail one more time with no injuries to the team or me.
This is what we do to break the boredom of a civilized life. We do it with no harm to any other living being…. we run.