Hank's Digger

Hank, the puppy, took a page from the mountain bikers blog: "show up and blow up."

All the signs looked good for the perfect Friday after work ride. Sunny and dry trails. Loaded i-pod and the dog wanted to run. Drew, Dewey, myself and the dog headed up the trail and 2 minutes later I noticed Hanks leg was bothering him, so we stopped. He had gashed his leg open. It was a deep gash that ripped the fur off his leg and I thought I saw bone at first glance.
Me and Dewey walked the dog out of the woods while Drew pulled my car around. Off to the Animal Hospital. 260 bones later he's stiched up and drugged like a drunken pumpkin.