On Monday I decided that I HAD to file the bills from the last 6 months.
They had been sitting on our desk in the den for that long, but there had been nowhere to put them.
After filing away our bills from last year and finally boxing them up into their "shoe box" location for the next 7 years, we had room for the new ones.
Yay team.
So I had just sat down and began the organizing, when my cell phone rang.
It was my Husband, who had just gone to the corner to pick up our mail.
He wanted to alert me to the fact that he was guarding a dog who had fallen down into our sewer.
I asked if he had called the police and he told me that he had actually called the fire department.
That works for me.
So I decide to walk down to the corner and check this out for myself.
It was actually not even the sewer I thought it was, and my Husband was not even close to the poor dog.
I decide that the dog was panting and probably needed some water, though he was just into the shade, so it didn't seem too bad.
I came back with a paper bowl and a bottle of water.
That is when I saw that he kept slipping down and was terrified.
I tried the water thing, but he did not get the hint to drink, so I started to hold him to keep him from fearing that he would slip further in.
There was a bar, so that was not going to happen, but the dog did not know that.
So there I am holding onto a dog, waiting for the fire department. Great...
Did I ever tell you that I am not fond of strange dogs? Well, I am not.
I did what I had to do and 2 young people drove by and asked if we needed help...yeah, I think so. You can see their gray car coming down the street, in the photo.
So they came over and the girl started to pull on the dog, while I tried to see what was stuck in the sewer.
It ended up that there was nothing holding the dog in the sewer. What the heck?
So the young girl, who owns a dog of her own, started holding it and that was when the fire department came to help.
The first thing they did was bring more bottled water and lots of ice. (Yay, I did the right thing).
I decided that I was no longer of use and went back to my home, leaving 3 firemen, my Husband and the two strangers (the girl and a younger boy), with the dog.
A few moments later, my Husband came into the house and said that the young people were going to bring the dog to their vet, to see if it had an embedded tag in its neck.
It did have a collar, so I believe it might belong to someone.
Poor doggie, I hope it all works out for you.