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Also, Homer had a bit of an adventure at Powder Mills, somewhat harrowing for a brief time for me, and most likely for him.
He kept eying the swiftly-flowing Iron. Creek, at first in an area where the creek wasn't that accessible (long, moderately steep shoreline, some thick vegetation). Soon after that we came to an area (near Powderhorn lodge) where the mowed grass went right up to the creek, and it didn't look like it was a long way from grass level to water level. So we approached it, he immediately headed down the bank towards the water, and right away got tangled up in some viney typle of vegetation. So he couldn't quite make it to the water.
To make it worse, I then realized that although the grass level wasn't that high above water level (maybe 3-4 feet), the bank was totally vertical, actually maybe worse than vertical, possibly a little undercut. He tried to climb back up the bank, with absolutely no success. Me pulling hard on his leash which was attached to a choke collar didn't seem wise, either. At one point, I grabbed one of his paws, but no way was I going to pull him up by one paw.
So I decided to unleash him and hope he could make it fully into the water. If so, there was a place about 40 feet downstream where the dropoff was only about 1.5 feet and it wasn't totally vertical. He did manage to free himself from the vines, and then swam down to where I was calling him to. There, he got out with no trouble, shook off, and seemed fine. So, everything ended well. And he got in a good swim.