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It was decided that he was a nuisance and so I volunteered to get rid of the fido, since I had been raised by a dog and thought I knew them pretty well.
My plan was take the dog a long way from camp by trail, back up into the Palisades, and I did as he followed me along for about a half an hour along a twisted and windy trail thru the rock and forest, where I left him climbing a boulder he could no follow and creviced cross country and doubled back to camp. And how proud I was of myself that I had ditched the dog. Except the dog beat me back to camp and was waiting when I arrived. Had I continued on along the trail I had first traveled, I would have found that it doubled back into camp the back way. I was chagrined.
Next thing the dog bit someone or so they said. I didn't see it, perhaps because I was at the cave. It was a two chamber affair; a small lower recess and an upper crypt one had to climb up into, which with the other kids I did. Well I couldn't get down ! Visions swirled in my head - trapped in the cave til death - I would never get out. I became hysterical and the only time in my life I had a panic attack.
The way down was between two walls close together, damp clay slick and the only grip was pressure - feet against one wall, hands against the other, such that torque-pressed and wedged against each wall, one could work their way down. But I couldn't. It was too slick.
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