Today I ran through the rotary trail. I let Noah run off leash. He run up a head of me and I saw him go down to the water.
But when I got to the river's edge, he was not there. I looked and saw he was about 5 meters away and could not get up onto the bank. In a few minutes he would be swept out to the Fraser.
I called him and luckily he swam to me-- and I was able to grab his collar and pull him up out of the water. It was so scary and traumatic.
So thankful Noah is safe with me tonight. I love that Dog.