Nestled right in behind the ranger station this is a gem of a trail that Duma and I ambled along in the afternoon rain. I still don't know what happened but just after crossing the bridge I noticed what looked like a loose, bleeding sock around Duma's rear leg. It took a moment to register that he was hurt pretty good but once I did I quickly had a sock off myself and tied around his wound. Back down to the truck and then up the highway in the rain to the emergency vet. Three hours and many stitches later and Duma is recuperating quietly at home. Leave it to him and all he has been through to get hurt in a freak unknown accident on the easiest trail in the forest.
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