Rick has gone to bed. I’m watching “Away” on Netflix. I hear the dogs barking by the bird seed shed out back. I get my big flashlight. The barking gets more intense the closer I get. Now I can hear growling and snarling under the shed. Telly is circling. Hazel is under the shed and all I can see is her tail and back legs.
Back to the house – consult with Rick who is getting out of the shower. He’s no help. Back to the shed. I can’t get Hazel’s attention. Back to the house. Rick says bring Telly to the house. Back to the shed. My big flashlight quits! I get Telly back to the house and locate another flashlight. Back to the shed. So much growling and snarling. Yikes! I prop the flashlight up by the hole, get on my knees and grab Hazel’s tail and a back leg. I’m so afraid the animal will now strike back at Hazel as she is retreating. Little by little she is dragged out and I pin her to the ground. I grab the flashlight in one hand and the muddiest little white dog I’ve ever seen under my other arm and return to the house.
Big balls of caked on mud are just hanging off her belly, her side, her feet and her face. Into the kitchen sink she goes. It takes a good ten minutes to get all the mud soaked off. I’m as wet as she is. After I towel her dry it’s time to play “towel”!
I am exhausted and going to bed.