It's All Fun and Games Until the Dog Gets Hurt

Early Sunday morning, Charlie woke me up at 6am to let me know that we had another 8 inches of snow on the ground. By 7am, we were skinning up Arrowhead, just enjoying the morning. After an hour of hard work, we decided to take a break before making first turns in the powder. Charlie is admiring the Icelantic Shamans.


I didn't know that it had happened since Charlie didn't bark or whine, but a couple of spots of blood in the snow made me realize that I must have cut him with my edges. Crap! I took him to the vet and got him stitched up on his front and rear left legs. Man, he was knocked out for 5 hours or so after the staples. Once he came to, he staggered about like Shakes in Mexico in the midst of a 2 day tequila infused bender. Not the Sunday that I had envisioned for us.


But, 3 staples in his rear leg and 2 staples in his front leg have't stopped the kid. So, we did what any self respecting men would do 2 days after an injury, we went mountain biking at the scene of the accident. Charlie is the Tom Brady of dogs!