So the little poodle and I are back together again. His weight has dropped by 20%. But his bodily processes are pretty normal. The groomer cleaned him up. He's acting tired and easily scared. His feet are healing. A vet has checked him out, of course.
Will and his step-father, Darren, were elk hunting when they found the little dog on top of Book Cliffs, about 5 air miles away from where he had gone AWOL fourteen days earlier, at the bottom of those same cliffs. This miniature poodle, scared to death by the gunfire echoing off the cliffs, had climbed up the canyons or trail that surmount these 1500 foot high cliffs!
There were campers and hunters up there. If only the little dog had gotten lucky earlier! There were several nights when it went down to the low or mid 20's. But there was water. How did he ever survive coyotes and mountain lions?
