This afternoon, I took Karma out to the trails for a quick leg stretcher.
There are three entry points to the trails. Once has no barb wire, one has barb wires tied together to about 18inches off the ground, and the third is a full 3 barb wire fence line about 3 feet high. Karma made a mistake. BIG MISTAKE.
We usually run in on the no barb wire spot. At which point, I let him off the leash and we go run. Well, he takes off up the trail, takes a left, and I guess he thought he was at the ‘18 incher’ entry point, or was feeling extra spunky, because he jumps up and over, but he's at the full barb wire entry.
YELP YELP OWWW OWWW WHINE WHINE WHINE YELP WINE OOOW YELP WINE.
He’s going nuts. I sprint over there, and am by him within maybe 4 seconds after the first SOS yelp. The kid is dangling off the top wire, and crying like he just got critically stabbed, got his foot cut off, his tail snipped, and his nose stuck in a porcupine. He’s going nuts, and i'm freaking out.
For a split second, I thought he was dying. My heart almost stopped. He is going friggin' crazy. He’s just literally dangling. His front paws are on the ground, but he’s caught between the stomach and his, you know, his, yeah, that. And he’s yelping hard. I grab his hind legs and lift him over. He’s still going nuts.
For sure he’s tore up. For sure we’re off to the emergency vet for stiches. Nope, the little sucker is one lucky pup. I check him out and all 4 legs are shaking. Not a drop of blood anywhere. He eventually settled down, and clearly wanted to get back on the trail. We walk back to the big entrance and I let him go again. Eventually he starts trotting along, then picks up speed, stops, sniffs, pees, and repeats the process several times. I take off on a sprint to see if he can run. Yup! No problems.
Man, for those 4 or 5 seconds when he was dangling on that fence, I though he was done.
Dee Oh Enn Eee. Done. But nope. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. How lucky did he get!?!?!
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