A Close Call

Wounded in the line of duty.  That's what happened to Sister yesterday morning.

Our routine lately is to get up early and get a bird hunt under our belt before breakfast.  Sometimes we're successful and sometimes we're not.  Either way the mornings have been sunny and crisp with a crunch of frost underfoot.

Labrador retrievers are hardly known for their discretion when intent to flush.  Girlfriend bears the scars of a barbed wire fence.

Sister now does too.

That gash beneath her eye was a close call.  A little higher and she might have lost an eye.

Cleaned it up and applied Neosporin.  She'll be fine.

And I'll try to keep her away from the line fence.