After two weeks venturing in the Yukon, I found some boot prints in the snow of a large man. When I got to where they ended there was a small cabin. I look inside to see if anybody was home, yet I found no one. I wondered how a man could walk to a cabin but no other tracks to walk out. Then it dawn on me the man must have been walking backwards. The next morning I follow the tracks in the opposite direction for two days until a light snow storm cover them up. After the tracks were cover up I still followed them in the directions they were headed not knowing if the man took a turn.

The next morning I smelled smoke in the air. My excitement was so great I ran over the snow without falling in. When discover the smoke came by a small train not by a man’s fire sadly. I thought to myself will there ever be a chance like this again? Even though the train has left I follow the train tracks to a train station in Alaska. There were a few people with no thought I was a homeless, tried, hungry, thirsty, and dog named Feradan. This town I walk into was small yet a lot of great food to be eaten. I wonder how I would get a home here or elsewhere or even anywhere. That evening I found a cardboard box to sleep in for the night with in a small alley.




I woke up the next morning first seeing my master. At first I thought it was mirage of him but yet he called me over. The trill was unbarkable (un speak able). I thought he froze to death, but there was a man with him that was telling Henry (my master) how he was saving him that night. He was saying a dog just left Henry. This would have been me. When he got there henry was asleep possibly trying to die in peace. Henry interrupted him and asked him “what your name sir” he replied: John. John continued on his story. He got there just in time to save his life by a nice fire to keep him warm and alive. Then Henry left us and said “see you soon”.


Henry and I stayed in Alaska for a few days then we went home where my doggie treats waited. Henry’s home is in Minnesota where the weather was better than the Yukon or in Alaska. The next day John came by and gave me a very big bone (yum). That same day John told henry for the very first time he was his older brother and henry never knew that before since henry was an orphan when he was only four. The day Henry and I went out to the Yukon, John got word of that and wishes to catch up with us and good thing he did since Henry wouldn’t have hear this story if he didn’t came. John continues on saying how Henry was barely breathing and saying how he came just in time to save him. So Henry gave him a great big thank you for saving his life. I think that more importantly how lucky I survive over two weeks in the harsh cold weather being homeless and to find my old home in the end but, people are people and dogs are dogs so people think of themselves more often than us dogs.

The next year Henry went on a mining spree in California struck it rich on gold. He bought a nice house down south to keep out of the cold weather up in the north. When John got word of that he came by to check out our new house and wish he had a house just as nice. Henry didn’t give him a new house but did give him a fifty pound bag of gold for saving his life and to keep him happy for a good while.

The next morning I woke up in my old home in Minnesota. At first I thought we got move during the night but that wasn’t possible. It must have been the biggest and realistic dream I ever had in my whole life. The doorbell rang after henry and I had breakfast and henry wasn’t expecting anybody but long to be hold John was at the front door yet Henry didn’t seem to recognize him at all to my surprise. Then John said to Henry “I saved your life” but still Henry didn’t know that man on his door step was his brother that saved his life from freezing that cold night. If only I could have told my dream to Henry.