this was Colbert’s face after he snuck into my sled bag and ate 15 pounds of chicken skin

**thinking about dessert**

Guys. I don’t know how to tell you this. But when I told the vets I would be leaving Colbert at White Mountain, we walked him around on a leash. He looked fine. He sniffed around. “Are you sure you want to drop him?” they asked.

He walked over to my pile of drop bags and lifted his leg, as if to pee on them. He positioned himself carefully. We were about to pull him away, and then—

he sprayed poop
all
over
the
bags

The last time I saw him on the trail, he was about to climb into the back of a two-seater bush plane for the 30 minute flight to Nome.

Friends, I never asked how that flight went.