Yes
once again our Sweet pi takes the leading role in our animal tails.
Last
week Wednesday when we went out for lunch leaving the dogs (we thought) fenced
in, Carl led Sweet pi out through a recently dug porcupine highway and headed
up Dragonridge. As usual neither came back that night leaving us concerned but not
unduly worried. But by lunch time the next day only Carl returned and we heard Sweet
pi barking frantically somewhere high up the west slopes. All farm work stopped and we sent a search
party up the mountain, but as the afternoon wore on and darkness fell and the
rain came bucketing down, everyone came back defeated.
All
night in the cold and rain we heard Sweet pi howling piteously. None of us
could cope. Gail rushed off home crying, Johan stayed awake all night, I took a
sleeping tablet and the workers stopped up their ears with cotton wool. Then at first light we went up again. But now
Sweet pi was silent and we all imagined him exhausted and bleeding somewhere we
would never find them.
And
then we heard a shout. The men had found him –in a crevasse. A major rescue
mission was mounted using ropes and a hammock made of raincoats. Not injured at all, the troublesome truck
greeted us with licks and a wagging tail.
Gail did a spectacular slide down the mountain and Pi slept solidly for
a two days until it seems the misadventure passed through his memory. Though
not ours. From now on we will take no chances and the dogs will be locked in
the office when we go out.
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