Yesterdays run was VERY interesting. I had two pretty young, but experienced
leaders up front (Odie was one of them June - the other his brother, Loki).
We pass lots of horses, cows, etc on our runs and although those two get
a little distracted by livestock, they always stay on the trail - until
yesterday. We passed a field with 3 horses - and as is fairly common, the
horses (2 of them draft horses) came over to say 'Hi'. Loki and Odie couldn't resist and snuck over. They were just under the fence sniffing and
barking at the horses as I set the brake to go get them back on track. Very
quickly things turned ugly when one of the draft horses spun and started
kicking at the dogs. His buddy turned and joined him and my heart was in my
throat as I ran up the line. Both dogs got kicked at least once, as I saw
them get thrown back. Thank goodness both are fine. Odie bit his tongue and
that caused a few minutes of panic as I searched for the source of the
blood. I took Odie out of lead and replaced him with the incredibly reliable
Camilla - who got everyone safely back on the road with the horses still
hanging over the fence.
So then I'm about 3 more miles down the trail when I notice my leg is
getting cold (remember it is -10F). Turns out the zipper on my Carhartt
coveralls was acting up. I stopped to fix it and in the process tore a
couple of the teeth out of the zipper - rendering the zipper useless. So
now, there I am, 14 miles from home with an open leg on my coveralls from
hip to ankle. There are a few snaps on the leg and I did those up - but that
didn't do much to keep out the cold. I had a few heat packs and tucked them
in my long underwear to try and stop my leg from freezing and stopped ever
few miles to jog on the spot and keep the blood flowing.
Oh well - I always say it is important to have bad days running dogs so you
can appreciate the good ones!