We've come to consider that Lyla, AKA Girana, may also be having a growth spurt. Hey, she's the youngest at 1-1/2 years old. She's been known to get herself tangled up pretty good, and get clutzy from time to time as well. Been a while.
Why this sudden epiphany ?
Last night 'the fam' was coming over after work, and when one showed up, he said the rest were on thier way,and he had to make a call. Having a big dog who acts as if she never sees people, I put her outside to avoid adding pandemonium. (do you really think it worked ? HA)
You're thinking " she must have jumped the fence again, and now I'll sit here and read the same story again."
NO. No way she'd hop the fence with people who play with her inside.
Nope, she pranced and paced the back porch until we heard her screaming. I don't mean yiping or whining, I mean all -out, wake the neighbors, give you goosebumps doggie screaming.
I look up ,and my dog is dragging the patio table , toward the stairs, and screaming bloody murder.
I run out to see what the heck she's done now, and she had somehow gotten her paw jammed into the table base.
I suppose she was walking through the framework, and miscalculated, or thought the base was solid. She was stuck pretty good to have dragged that heavy table like that.
Having rushed into the cold to save her, I now had a major problem. I couldn't hold the base up (to avoid snapping her leg) hold the dog down (so she wouldn't eat me) AND pull her foot out.
Girl ran out behind me and I told her to go get R, who was on the phone, but was on his way anyway, having "heard the dog was possibly being eaten alive by a pack coyotes." (Seriously, this dog can scream.)
As we worked the problem, Lyla was ever so ... un-doggish. most dogs would have been snapping and biting if they are hurting that much and you try to hold them down and yank what hurts.
Lyla had lay down under us, and did not bite, but did mouth us a little, just to let us know. And screamed. oh, how the poor baby screamed.
When we got her free, R laying on her and pulling the foot out, me holding the table base up , she, being Lyla the hopping Girana, of course, hopped all over the porch, jumping up and happy whining.
yea ok you're welcome. goofy mutt.
The best part was that R had shown up when he had, or I'd have been out there holding the table and the dog in 36 degrees for about another 40 minutes until Husband came home. chances are one of the kids would have called 911 as well, which would have made this tale much more amusing,though I'm very happy it didn't go that far.
And yes, Lyla is well. I believe she must be bruised, or maybe pulled a muscle, but she is active and herself, no signs of physical trauma.. Lets not go into mental trauma, being this IS the Nuthouse.
