That bunch of eight over there is mine.
They'll take us north.

And I want to warn you, don't put yourself in reach of them until they get acquainted with you.

They're not pets, you know; I guess they'd appreciate petting just about as much as they would boiled fish, or poison.

There's nothing on earth like a husky or an Eskimo dog when it comes to lookin' you in the eye with a friendly and lovable look and snapping your hand off at the same time.

But you'll like 'em, David.