Big Salmon Lake No room for the weak or the timid

Luke briefly considered the fellow's words. Over the years much had been said about his blue nose, his blue pads, his blue tongue, but no one thus far had made a comment about a lack of blood flow, although now that he thought of it it was a very logical assumption. "Bad circulation, huh," he chuffed. "Ain't heard that one before. But nope. Just born with it." Luke sank to his haunches as he said, "I'm as healthy as can be." and concluded with a nod. "So can I get a name now that you know I am not contagious?" he grinned, looking expectantly.