George Kauki takes out his axe. In a few strokes, he chops off six slices of frozen caribou for Panda, Yapper, Nanuk, Sakuk, Kajuk and Atsak.
Tied on a long chain under Nunavik’s autumn sun, the Inuit dogs crunch through the meat provided by their master.
A few years ago, the roles were reversed, as Kauki was the one sustained by these trips to see his dogs. Under house arrest, after being involved in a violent altercation, he obtained the court’s permission to take care of his pack.
“I got an hour to do this daily. Just that one hour of
