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I almost lost my best friend today. Gracie, my 10 month old german shepherd fell into a neighbours liquid manure tank this morn.
I let her out at 9:30, and went to call her back in at 9:45. When she didnt come I knew something was wrong, she never ignores that command. It being winter I followed her tracks to the neighbours farm, where I noticed they went straight into the open gate of 50 ft round manure pit. The manure pit was 3/4 frozen over, and I could see several holes in the center, but I was only concentrating on the one that I thought my dog had gone though.
Immediatly assuming the worst, I stood their in disbelief thinking, great, my dog is dead. she drowned in a pool of cow shit and rotting afterbirth. I was starting to get upset now.
I wondered why it was i could see any signs of struggle until I noticed tracks in the snow in the far side of the pit. Following those with my eyes they led to another brown hole in the ice, where low and behold I saw my dogs head sticking out of the slop looking straight at me. She flicked one of her massive german shepherd ears at me letting me know she was still alive.
I Panicked at this point. Knowing going after her alone would mean certian death for myself. It took 7 men, one hour, some rope and a very long ladder before I pulled her out.
She stinks like nothing else.
Now I feel terrible for having to involve all those people and risking my own life and potentially others should I have gone in. Now I dont feel that I can trust my dog to roam free anymore. I guess I deserve it for not keeping tabs on my dog.
Sorry I guess this has nothing to do with knives by my dog is part of my woods EDC just as much as any one of my knives are.
I let her out at 9:30, and went to call her back in at 9:45. When she didnt come I knew something was wrong, she never ignores that command. It being winter I followed her tracks to the neighbours farm, where I noticed they went straight into the open gate of 50 ft round manure pit. The manure pit was 3/4 frozen over, and I could see several holes in the center, but I was only concentrating on the one that I thought my dog had gone though.
Immediatly assuming the worst, I stood their in disbelief thinking, great, my dog is dead. she drowned in a pool of cow shit and rotting afterbirth. I was starting to get upset now.
I wondered why it was i could see any signs of struggle until I noticed tracks in the snow in the far side of the pit. Following those with my eyes they led to another brown hole in the ice, where low and behold I saw my dogs head sticking out of the slop looking straight at me. She flicked one of her massive german shepherd ears at me letting me know she was still alive.
I Panicked at this point. Knowing going after her alone would mean certian death for myself. It took 7 men, one hour, some rope and a very long ladder before I pulled her out.
She stinks like nothing else.
Now I feel terrible for having to involve all those people and risking my own life and potentially others should I have gone in. Now I dont feel that I can trust my dog to roam free anymore. I guess I deserve it for not keeping tabs on my dog.
Sorry I guess this has nothing to do with knives by my dog is part of my woods EDC just as much as any one of my knives are.
