The day this picture was taken, later in the day, as rain approached and Charlie and me took cover back in the basement, where we were living while I carved our timber frame. The entrance to the basement was a shed built over the basement opening of the stairwell. I picked up my tools, covered the wood and as a last task, carried my 2.5 inch two foot long slick onto the stairs to the shed, Charlie tripped me and the slick went flying in the air, aimed at his neck as it came down. I did what any man would do for his pal, I blocked the slick with my arm. It came down, blade first, into my wrist, cutting the tendon, and main artery down to the bone. I had a two month rest to think of the love of my dog, he was worth it. By the way, the surgeon complimented me on the sharpness of my slick as he sewed my tendon, artery and wrist back together. I learned my skills from Ted Benson’s first class at cornerstones, along with one of your editors, Tim Snyder back in 1982. I learned of the class from a add in your #3 or #4 issue. too bad Ted didn’t teach sutures.
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Wow, so sad that happened. but your right, they are mans best friend. He's a nice looking dog.
Great post.