next fight was me against a big malamute named Demoneye. I knew where he got that name, because one eye was a tranquil dark brown, while the other was a menacing piercing bright blue. The fight began when Demoneye's owner let him loose and the dog just ran at me at full speed, barking visciously and loudly, teeth beared, drool flying from his lips.

I was not expecting such a maniac for an oponent. I tried lunging at his neck, but he was so huge he knocked me out of the air and onto the ground. I bounced hard on the cement and landed roughly on my feet. I tried going at him again, but he pushed me onto my back and grabbed at my neck. I felt Demoneye's teeth clasp against my neck, but then I felt him get ripped off me. Randall was standing over me yelling at Demoneye and Demoneye's master in some foreign tongue.

"Hey!" shouted Demoneye's master, pointing a finger at Randall. "You're cheating!! My dog would've won!!"

"Your dog is playing dirty and not giving Dialo a chance to fight!"

"You're just trying to get my money, you bastard!" The two men began fighting. They fought until me and Randall were kicked out. Randall's money was taken by the men and he was left with nothing. Nothing but me.

A few days later, Randall made a bargain with a musher from Russia. Randall sold me to the big burley man with facial hair and then I became his sled dog. He really whipped me to learn the commands of a sled dog and within a week and a half, I was running on a team with five other dogs like me. All of them viscious meat-lovers. But we were good friends too.

My new master's name was Filat and although he whipped me at first and spoke in a language I didn't understand, he was the best master I ever had. He let me bully up my teammates and gave me all the raw meat I could ask for. I even helped him win a few races in Russia, which brought me even more meat. I could not have wished for a better life.

One day, Filat hooked me and the five other dogs up. I never really knew their names, because we never had to address ourselves. I was harnessed somewhere in the middle of the team and the male grey and white husky next to me, who I just called Grey, smiled.

"Ready to win another race, newbie?" Grey asked, grinning.

"Sure am," I smirked, looking forward. "I'm ready to kick some ass"



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