I sat down with my dogs today, as they lounged upon their hay.
I ran my hands through furry coats, troubles began to fade away.
They looked at me with eyes of blue, nuzzling close… and they knew.
The Fate of dogs is tied to man, it’s something that they understand.
In those eyes hope springs eternal, trust in us the love maternal.
I took that hope from shining eyes, wagging tails and compromised.
Although they may not be the best, the spirit of Togo lives in their chest.
They look at me with hope and trust, for me they will give their very best.
I must do the very same, keep that faith, I’m very blessed.
And Love will conquer all the rest.
Sleddogs are the very best.