Just yesterday I commented how poor Kip never makes the blog. He has such a reserved manner and never does anything wrong - just a good, loyal dog.I spoke too soon.
At left, Kip stuck under the deck. I went looking for him and heard yelping. Panicked, I rushed to the side of the deck. Not hurt. Just stuck. And noisy.
My thought? You got yourself in there, now get yourself out. But, practicing for parenthood, I got a hammer and pried some boards off. Mom to the rescue.
