When I think of Nome, I think of sled dogs. I think of big, furry, majestic Alaskan malamutes, and beautiful Siberian Huskies. I think of monstrous dogs, that are likely part wolf. Huge, wild looking dogs, that are barely domesticated. Dogs bred for the climate of the sub-Artic. Dogs that could survive and flourish on the cold, harsh tundra. Well, the days of Balto, must be long gone. Nome has turned into the home of ankle biters. Little, yappy, noisy dogs. Dogs that are annoying. Dogs that would have trouble getting out of a wet paper bag. Dogs that wouldn't last a day without humans, let alone on the open tundra.
In 3 weeks I have seen 1 husky, a few labs, 1 St. Bernard, and a few other larger dogs. I have heard and seen way too many ankle biters. I thought maybe a large Paris Hilton fan club was based in Nome. It is really quite unsettling. It takes away from the feeling of the "Last Frontier", the rugged independence of people living on the edge. People living by the sweat of the brow, and the work of their hands. It is kind of disappointing. It is like going to see a big, bad, outlaw biker rally, and finding them all riding in on mopeds.
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