Bloody tongue but we had fun

We went out to Odell Creek and went up some of the hiking trails there. To scout and also to just get some exercise. It was beautiful and cool. The leaves are starting to change and they coat the ground making it quiet to walk. They are wet and woodsy smelling. The first trail was pretty steep or at least it seemed that way to me. The second was nice and cool and darkish. The good thing about it being cooler. No bugs. Gunner was great and just ran up ahead and into the side forest along the trail. If he gets to far ahead he just runs back to me or waits for me to catch up.

After the trails I took him in the big fields. The grass is tall and I sent him to look for birds. He worked the field but we didn't find any birds. Gunner found some deer poop. Which I called him off of. The he runs up to me and looks like a horror show...his mouth and face and upper chest are covered in blood. He is acting fine so I make him sit. I find a small cut on his tongue. Probably from the grasses and briar's. He runs with it hanging out so I guess it gets stuck some. I rinsed his mouth and checked him out. All the while he is wanting to go and run some more. It stops and we head back to the car and call it a day. Today you can't even tell where it was injured. I guess they don't make a tongue guard. That would be weird.