15 years ago, on my first trip to Nome, we made some friends that run dogs in the Iditarod. They had a new litter of pups, and after much convincing mom broke down and got one for Kate and I. I got to pick him, and my sister named him Klondike Chuck Maximillian III. As the years went on Chuck and I had our good times and bad times. Dad spoiled
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