A Dog's Life

I wish that I had taken a picture this morning!  Our part Lab dog, Shiloh, was whining and our Collie, Ginger, was barking early this morning.  We didn’t think much about it and assumed that the dogs were playing or chasing a rabbit or some other varmint, but later whenever I was going out to the shop I looked towards the woods and the sound of whining to discover that Shiloh was lodged in the fork of a large tree.  Evidently in chasing a squirrel she had leaped from a nearby stump and landed in the tree.  She was wedged in with her front and rear legs dangling.  I had to call Winona to stand on one side of the tree with me on the other to lift Shiloh high enough to get her out.

In January, our Collie, Ginger, was whining and barking in the woods all afternoon.  When we left for church (it was a Wednesday) we heard her, but I assured Winona that she would be home when we returned.  However, by 9:30 p.m. she was still whimpering somewhere in the deep woods.  Winona insisted that we go look for her with a flashlight.  That day I had received a cortisone injection in my crippled knee and was not anxious to traipse in the woods on uneven ground in the dark looking for a dog.

Nevertheless, I reluctantly joined in the search and limped into the woods eventually finding Ginger.  She had fallen over a cliff and landed in a cove in the side of the hill.  The hill was on one side of her with water around three sides.  She could have easily crossed the shallow water, but she remained there for hours before we rescued her.

Ahh….life in the country.