When we got home last night, not only was our Call Drake missing, but out precious Silkie, Cutie Pie, was gone. My kids were in a panic because we LOVE her. DH and I noticed that our mini dachshund, Emma, was more vocal than usual (dachshunds are really vocal ANYWAY) and we couldnt figure out what was wrong. I went into the machine shed for the heck of it, and the dog got really excited and started crying and yipping like she was hurt. She ran ahead of me into the shed and cried more when I didnt follow her. So I went after her and she led me to a scrap pile in the corner and kept looking under some boards and then at me like she was showing me something. I looked under the boards and there was Cutie Pie! She got herself stuck wedged between the sand and the bottom board! Herlil butt was wet, like the dog was trying to pull her out, but there wasnt a scratch on her and the dog was SO happy when I pulled Cutie Pie out! I made sure to praise Emma profusely and held Cutie Pie so that Emma could sniff and lick her before running in a circle so proud of herself for saving the chickie! It made the rest of our crappy evening a little brighter
