Not the American dream, but rather the Alaskan one. Truth be told, the Alaskan Malamute dream. Everywhere I look I see snow. OK, I also see M freezing, still taking pics of me (strange creature that she is). But the rest is snow. Snow in which I roll and run, snow which I smell and eat, snow which I love. I feel like I’m somehow crossbred and I’m the first Golden Alaskan Retriever.