So the dog on the right there — the darker one with a stripe on her face — decided to burrow under one of the backyard sheds and got her fat ass stuck somehow. The mister and I weren’t home (we were on our way back from the Suwannee), so we were fielding frantic phone calls and texts from our teenage daughter as she tried to free the mutt.
The other dog was circling the shed, whining and barking frantically, going out of her mind with worry (and this surprised us all — we didn’t think she cared!). The dog wedged herself in on her side, and the kid said she (the dog) was flailing her limbs, but she couldn’t really dig because she had no leverage. The kiddo wanted to just dig the dog out herself, but we were afraid the shed would shift if she undermined the support for it somehow.
Finally she was able to dig the dumb dog out, after about an hour. We’re now calling the dog “Gretchen” after the voluntary “Mole Woman” on “The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.”