On Thursday, Clem and Peter had a very rough day. I headed off to work around 8:30 AM and I left the Clemster at the top of the carpeted stairs - she didn't want to lumber her way down. So, I let her park at the top and I left her with her morning charcoal dog biscuit and a greenie.
I made a big mistake by leaving Clem upstairs. The kitchen is right off the stairs and the kitchen, like most kitchens, has a linoleum floor. Clem is now so creaky that she has a very difficult time getting up off of the slick linoleum.
You can see where this story is headed.
Peter came home around 12:30 PM to let Clem out to do her doggly duties. When Peter came inside, there was no Clem downstairs. So he looked upstairs - no Clem at the top of the stairs. Peter then headed up the stairs and into the kitchen where he saw Clem.
Actually, what Peter saw was Clemmie's hindquarters with the rest of her disappearing under the butcher block table. Evidently Clem's morning cookie had scooted across the floor and under the table. Clem went diving for it and then got stuck under the table. She had probably been marooned for several hours.
Peter was aghast. He quickly pulled her out and then tried to help her stand up. But she couldn't at first. Her legs were pretty stretched out. However, after a bit she could stand up and wobble around a tad. After about 20 minutes, she made it downstairs and then outside to do her business. Peter brought her back in and left her with a pile of cookies. He then called me and I hurried home to spend the rest of the afternoon with her.
Amazingly, when I arrived home, Clem didn't seem distraught. Tired but not distraught. In actuality, Peter may have been more traumatized than Clem.
It's now been several days since Clem's scary misadventure. She seems to have almost completely recovered. She even scampered a little bit yesterday.
Whew!
8:38:37 PM 
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