Taking control, Campbell gently set down his ancient clipper on the fenced-in pad outside his long-time private sanctuary.
“Lord, it feels good to be home,” he muttered wearily. He gazed out the clipper window at his ancient, two-story colonial house beneath the scenic shadows of the beautiful Rocky Mountains to the west. Suddenly his sharp ears picked up the excited and joyous sounds of howling and woo-wooing animals outside the clipper pad. His heart soared, his weariness and troubles briefly forgotten. Sounds like someone else knows I'm home.
“Hey, guys!” Campbell shouted merrily as he exited the clipper and peered out onto his finely manicured back lawn. Four large and densely furred Alaskan Malamutes named Sergeant Preston, Cala, Hana, and Amber leaped and bounded with joyful enthus
