Lance Mackey is making the rounds. His team of 16 dogs, including the leaders (“Larry, the brains of the outfit, and Hobo, the speed behind the team”), dive into the food and bowls of water he sets before them. “They’re very aggressive eaters,” says Mackey. After inhaling the meal, some return to rolling in the snow to cool off from their run, while others work the hay under their paws into a comfortable spot to rest. Like human athletes, each has his own postrun routine.
For Mackey, the pack of mostly related look-alikes has more in common with a top-ranked high school soccer team than with pro players. The spirited black-and-beige dogs are “basically a bunch of adolescents ... a bunch of high school kids with minimum discipline.” But he’s not complaining — he breeds his dogs to have strong appetites and even stronger can-do (and rather chipper) attitudes. “Without either one, you’re not going very far,” he says.
Read the rest of my story about the 2006 Iditarod on the American Way site.