Hon! Lizzie's drowning!!!
This is our dog Lizzie. She looks like a goofball in the picture when in reality she's the smartest dog we've ever owned. Well, she WAS the smartest dog until a few weekends ago.

Lately it's been raining ALOT - which is strange for Houston as temperatures are normally in the mid to high 90s during this time of the year. In our back yard, we have an empty flowerbed that Buddy (the goofball with my hubby above) decided was his personal sandbox by digging out the dirt. Well his digging has created a large enough hole for Lizzie and Flamey (the little one next to Lizzie above) to crawl underneath the deck.
Ever since she was a puppy, Lizzie loves dark spaces whether it be her kennel, under the bed or in the closet. She'll just go into her space whenever she wants to get away from us and needs time alone. Can you imagine her excitement when Buddy dug out the flowerbed? Lizzie HATES being outside and when we don't let her in fast enough she'll go underneath the deck. Normally this isn't a big deal. We leave her out there until she realizes the other dogs are inside and she's the only one left. :-P
When it rains. . . .it's an entirely different story. A few weekends ago, it started pouring (monsoon style again) while the dogs were out. We opened the door to let them in and sure enough Miss Lizzie was underneath the deck. We left her out there like always - thinking she would come out on her own. Well, after half an hour there was still no sign of her and I walked out onto the deck and discovered this:
I freaked out and immediately screamed for my Hubby. "Hon! Lizzie's DROWNING!!!!" I did not hear a sound coming from underneath the deck and had visions of my Lizzie gasping for air desperately trying claw her way out from underneath the deck.
Hubby told me to calm down because according to him we would need Tropical Storm Allison type rain (Houston folks know what I'm talking about) to fill the underside of the deck. I did not care - I wanted my Lizzie OUT. I called for her and saw her paw peep out from underneath the water. She couldn't get out 'cause her mouth, nose and paws would have to go underneath the water in order for her to crawl out. Hubby began digging out the hole with a shovel but it caused MORE water to fill into the hole. By this time, I'm ready to grab my Dad's chainsaw and cut a Lizzie sized square out of the top of the deck. Hubby stopped me, of course. ;-) Hubby's course of action was to wait. His reasoning being that Lizzie knew we wanted her out and she would find a way. We went back inside and I stayed by the window watching. Sure enough - she crawled out!
I've never been soooooo happy to see her in my life! Of course, Hubby was mad because she was COVERED in mud and had to be rinsed off. :-P
Since then, she's hasn't gone under the deck. :-) (*knock on wood*)
Have a great day! :-)
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