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My nemesis Hegle yelled at me - get a grip and take your shoes off ! The soles were too stiff and slick. Well I did that and had no problem, but I didn't go up there again. And I learned something about myself, how unreasonable I had been - wild minded and I swore off panic attacks.
Back at camp it was decided by a councillor about thirtyish in age, married wife at home. He tallish, lanky dark hair, drove an early fifties Ford dark colored, that the dog had to-be put in quarantine for rabies since he bit someone. So having been raised by a dog volunteered myself and another kid. The two of us and the councillor rode fast along the Mississippi River up sometimes into the eighty miles an hour as he liked to drive fast, and it was hot and dog hair was flying around the car as he drove like a storm and perhaps we went to Savanna, although all these years I thought we were on the Iowa side of the river.
The councillor reported the dog bite and left the dog with a vet for quarantine. No rabies shots were ever given so I suppose the dog proved clean - although rabies shots were one of those things like polio, tuberculosis or measles we dreaded - so painful it was said, shots in the belly I believe.
UpTown Song Lake, I put my hand in the open window of a car parked in front the grocery store to pet a little snippy dog, and it nipped-gashed my index finger, the little spitz. I didn't tell anyone and I didn't put my hand in open windows again and I didn't get rabies, figuring it was a rich dog in a fancy car. I still have the scar.
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