Fourteen years ago I was walking down an abandoned trail in Toledo.

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Fourteen years ago I was walking down an abandoned trail in Toledo. I won't name it, because it's 3 and 1/2 miles from the subdivision I was living in. I was with my (then) fiancee, and we were really just cruising for a good spot to smoke weed and look at the stars.
At around 1:15 AM, there was a brief sound like a car backfiring. I knew it wasn't gunfire but alyssa was scared shitless, because she thought someone was hunting and we might get killed. I tried to calm her down, because I know what hunting rifle shots sound like, and that it could have been a tree falling or really anything, but she asked to turn back, so we did. It wasn't ten minutes later when we realized we had wandered off the trail and were lost. I wasn't overly concerned; no GPS obviously but I figured we couldn't have wandered that far, so I would just wander in a radius around her while calling to her and seeing if I could find the trail. We both had flashlights so I didn't think it would be a problem.
Eventually, I decided we were good and lost. I called out, "alyssa?" and she did not respond. Now I became very frightened, and instincts took over, I ran towards where I figured she was, and of course, I trip over a branch. When I come to, there's an alien standing in front of a tree. I took a picture but its gone now thanks. For the rest of this post I'll talk about my dog. Scruffy is about 15 lbs wet.
A shih tzu, golden brown, white and black, typical yapper dog. Scruffy likes to play in the yard, and come with me when I go on hiking adventures. I tie a red bandanna around Scruffy sometimes because I feel like that makes her look cuter. She likes to sit on my lap when I write posts on the internet, which is now.