sure glad i ain't the ogre who shut phoebe in the closet today. she is pretty damn grateful i got home a few minutes early to rescue her from her dark dirt cage.
our little red whirling wonder must have been seriously whirling her own special way when she suddenly went thru the hole in the back wall of her zen-den and fell into the crawl space.
i heard her frantic barking as if it were far away, and i knew she was in trouble
because it sounded distantly muffled and different today.
i chuckled as i dug her out and wiped the dirt and cobwebs from her face, then i fed her fresh bread and butter to help her forget her unhappy and frightening day.
(someone is in big trouble with phebers...hah! glad she saw me as her savior today!)
Marvin on the floor, perish the thought. Nothing but the best for that guy.