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We found the Chalet of the Wolf and let ourselves in to a large garden containing several large dogs, but there was nobody at the house. Since the canines seemed gentils, I played with them unsupervised until their owner drove up to show us round.
The eight huskies were an utter delight, of course - even the ones who'd been hunting moles in the lawn and were proudly holding a limp damp body under one paw - fuzzy-coated, blue-eyed and eager to lick my face off. Their owner, Didier, was absolutely charming too; passionate about his furry friends as he explained their genetic heritage, the tricycle setup he uses to exercise them in summer, how high the snow had come in the winter (up to the kitchen window) and why one shouldn't keep a husky in a flat (not that I would ever consider such a thing, honest).
I thought I was pretty hardcore driving two kilometres to the next village after the exertions of the day before, but everyone else bar Mick and Julie spent the afternoon on a hundred-mile round trip - to which they were more than welcome.
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