Ever get to a place that wasn’t what you expected and you can’t get out? You can’t go forward? You can’t go back?
That happened to my dog Gunnar on our last hike of the year.
Thanksgiving is generally my last day-hike of the year. This year, the destination was the Little Missouri River Valley near where it empties in to Lake Sakakawea between Killdeer and Mandaree. The bluffs, buttes and hills are fairly rugged, so we picked our route carefully through the valley.
We found fascinating rock formations, including a wall of rivulet erosions down the hillside.
That’s when the dog decided he’d find his own way down.
Happily he scampered down…part way. Only part way. He stopped.
With only a dozen feet to go, he came to an “Oops” moment.
Now what do I do?
He looked left, right, down and above. He decided to just sit until the photographers did their things. He looked perplexed. He waited for the rescue squad to come in and help.
So, I did.
It really didn’t take much. I grabbed his shoulders, firmly, securely so he knew I had him.
I lowered him a bit down and he was saved!
You know, I think there’s a sermon illustration in there somewhere.