Bunny here at the keyboard writing about my latest weekend adventure.
In case you didn’t know, Team Küster was busy this weekend working on getting a new piece of paper that says they can look for lost people. It didn’t involve people petting me, so I wasn’t paying really close attention. Suffice it to say that I figured that with all the attention on the Black Tornado, I wasn’t going to be having much of an adventure to tell you about.
Fortunately, the weather this weekend worked in my favor.
It was so nice this weekend that my human decided we simply couldn’t waste it sitting around at home. To my delight, she packed our hiking gear into the car and soon Flattery and I were loaded up into the Princessmobile, on our way to an unknown adventure. It seemed like I had just gotten comfortable in the back seat when we pulled up into Black Partridge Park.
I have to admit, I thought this was a pretty good idea on my human’s part. The trails are pretty easy there, it’s very pretty and it’s close to home. If the worst case scenario would happen, we would be able to get help. Since we were alone and Küster was busy, I thought playing it safe was a good idea. If you have read the blog for a really long time, you might remember that one year Morgan and I went on a hike with a bunch of other German Shepherds that turned out to be a fifteen mile death march, and that happened in this same park. My human keeps track of where we are, though, fortunately, and we stuck to just a short, relaxing hike this time. This hike wasn’t without it’s events, however. An adventure on the road less traveled always brings a surprise of some kind.
It was a beautiful day that really felt like autumn for us. I was more than happy to have a day with sunshine and blue skies for catching some fresh air in my lungs. Flattery and my human were also along to enjoy the scenery with me. I didn’t think it could be any more perfect. As we walked along the trail, we soon came to a sort of unofficial veer off trail. My human and I are familiar with this trail. It was created by the mountain bikers as a short cut and it means you can sort of go straight down the side of the big hill instead of walking a much further distance back and forth to get to the bottom. It’s easier walking, but it takes longer and it’s not that scenic.
So, we decided to take the direct route. Going down the hill isn’t really the hard part. It’s getting my human to huff and puff her way back up that’s tough. So, we went trip trapping down that hill and it was as easy as I remembered it being. Flattery took the lead, my human was in the middle and I brought up the rear. I like to watch her back when I can, because let’s face it, humans are the weakest link. If an animal or a zombie decided to attack us, we dogs are going to know what’s coming a lot faster than the humans will.
Anyway, we got to the bottom of the hill without a single misstep. However, my human has been having foot problems and they have been flaring up lately. We aren’t sure why they have been worse, but one of her feet really started to bother her. Still, we were determined to have a good hike and so we soldiered on. We enjoyed walking through the woods, crossing bridges over creeks and enjoying the sounds of having no one around. As a matter of fact, we only met one other person on the trail.
A bit further on, however, we started to realize that our human wasn’t doing so well.
I have some friends who are tripods because they had to give up a leg for different reasons, but I don’t think it’s as easy for a human to lose a limb. She was barely putting any weight on that one foot and for one of the first times in a long time, she actually sat down to take a rest on the hiking trail. I knew that something serious was afoot. So, I started panting and acting tired because she clearly wasn’t going to practice any self-preservation skills and turn around on her own.
We got to the bottom of the steep hill and Flattery and I voted for going straight back up the way we came. Fortunately, my human listened to us for once. I thought we might have to pull her up the hill like a pair of Siberian Huskies, but I am proud to say that she made it up under her own power. It’s a good thing, too, because I’m not certain we could have pulled her that far, but we would have given it our best shot.
When we got back to the car, we all had some water and my human took off her shoes. I was a little concerned about her driving without them on, but she seemed confident that it was the way to go. The good news is that we made it home without any problems. When we got back, Dad helped us out of the car. I thought we might have to carry my human in, but she managed to hobble into the house by herself again. We’ll see what happens with her foot later. It’s been suggested that perhaps it is time for medical intervention.
I guess she’s lucky she had us along with her to help her out of a tough spot. I worry that she might have just sat there in the woods forever if Flattery and I hadn’t decided to lead her home. I am used to taking care of her when she gets sick, but I wasn’t expecting so much drama on the trail over a foot. Still, I know that if the roles were reversed, she would have carried me, even up that steep hill, if she had to. Getting her back home was the least I could do.
All I know is that she’d better rest up. I have big plans for her during her fall break from school and they don’t involve sitting around the house all day. The weather is too nice right now for sitting around. And for those who are wondering, Küster did pass his big test this weekend. He’s now a certified wilderness area search dog on top of tracking and trailing.