Scott, yes Tom's dog Charley (what a great dog) took the big, big one off the traverse from the top of the main buttress. That traverse is really desperate. It is comprised of steeply slopping, boiler plate slabs covered in ball bearing gravel. Charley some how survived fairly unscathed.
I was there at Gothic when Tom and I and Charlie were descending. Charley couldn't do the descent, and we weren't able to carry him down in that area. We figured he'd find his way down another way. We heard a yelp and scary dog screaming when we were down a ways. Charlie had jumped and Tom started crying. I turned and saw Charlie running toward us and turned Tom around to see him. Charlie came up with a hurt "elbow" of his leg but able to continue down. Tom Pulaski was so happy. He put a poultice of yarrow flowers on Charlie and Charlie healed well.
Just saying I would never do that to my dog. I'm slightly appalled by this story partly, because I know Tom and mostly because I could never picture leaving my dog in a sketch situation assuming she will find her way down. How is this any different from leaving a friend? Bad form, Tom.