Christmas started out lovely but didn’t end well for Zelda as she got sliced up pretty badly by my skis. It was a panicky feeling when I first saw all the blood and the deep cuts, but Zelda was completely unfazed by it and ran a couple of miles back to the trailhead like nothing was wrong, leaving a trail of blood. They are so incredibly tough.
Fortunately, my wife was with me and was able to keep pressure on the wounds as we searched for an emergency vet on Christmas Day in a small mountain town. Thanks to Dr. Tess and nine staples, Zelda will be ok and back to her usual mischief soon.
However, unless I can train her to give me more space, I will have to stop taking her skiing, which would be a shame since she loves it so much. I’m really not eager to repeat this experience.
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