tlongpine wrote:I've been watching the Dog Debate and thinking it's unnecessarily acrimonious and judgmental, but this weekend I witnessed a pretty appalling dog situation on Holy Cross that changed my thinking.
I passed two dogs (a golden retriever and a yellow lab) 100 feet below the summit. I went over to say hello and noticed that one of the dogs paws was bleeding. Upon closer inspection I learned all four paws were shredded and two were bleeding.
Upon reaching the summit - at 3:30pm - we met the owners. Two young women taking their time on the summit as they toiled over the appropriate frequency of Molly ingestion.
It was a wonderfully clear day so we hung out on the summit for about 30 minutes and the girls preceded our party on the descent.
We passed them at the point the dogs were left, as they struggled to get the golden to walk. It refused to go anywhere, and was almost as big as she was. They would've been stuck if it weren't for the fact that one of the day's last descenders had a 65 liter pack that wasn't filled with much. He stuffed his gear into their daypacks and carried the dog out on his back.
Thank goodness that guy was in the right place at the right time with the right gear, and was gracious enough to help. Kudus to you, helpful mountain stranger! Shame on you, reckless dog owners.
With the dog crisis averted we couldn't help overhear as their conversation turned back to important topics during the descent:
"I can't believe it's getting dark. We started early at 10."
"I pretty much smoke weed everyday, but try to keep Molly to a weekend thing."
"I don't know what we would've done if you we're there? Hahaha. We could've died."
Me? I'm joining the emotional and judgmental chorus of people who would never put my dog in a situation I can't get him out of myself.
My friend and I were camping out and taking some pics of the mountain by the campsite. The girls, the 2 bloody dogs, and the guy didn't come past the camp sites until after 6, and they still had to hike out of the valley several miles to get back to the cars. It was most certainly pitch black out by the time they got back. Extremely dangerous and stupid. I just don't get some people sometimes.
The golden had socks on her feet that the stranger donated, but she was still having a real tough time moving when they went past us.