Allistar limped to his pile of hay in the barn, his front leg was scraped and bleeding and his elbow was swollen. Ahren came in after him carrying an armload of medical supplies, the local vet was behind him. “Hey Al,” Ahren set the supplies down on a haybale. “Just lay down right here,” Ahren gently pushed his rump making him sit then pulled on his head halter to guide him down the rest of the way. The gold dire let out a loud whine as he settled down in the hay. “Ok, let's take a look at this leg,” the vet, Dr. Ren, knelt down next to Al’s injured leg. Al let out a low deep growl, he didn’t know this man and he didn’t want him touching his leg. The doctor reached out and touched his elbow, Allistar jumped up and snapped at the doctor. “Woah! Al!” Ahren grabbed the dires halter and pulled him away from the doctor. “That was a close one,” Dr. Ren stood up and brushed his pants off. “I think we might want to sedate him.” Ahren nodded, Allistar was 1200 pounds and could severely