Dog Journal – Entry 178: Tight Spot

dog-3071334_640There’s been a few times I’ve gotten myself into a situation that I wasn’t prepared to deal with effectively. And by that fancy sounding phrasing, I actually mean I got stuck. These things do happen, and they will continue to happen.

So now that I’m here, I can remember some of the stickiest situations I’ve been in before. They all flash through your mind when something likes this happens, perhaps my brain is trying to remind me that this is not the first time and perhaps I might learn something from it. Or maybe it’s just because I am bored and can’t do anything else.

One of the scariest times was when I was stuck between the sofa and the wall. I was just minding my own business sitting on the edge of the sofa when all of a sudden I slipped through the crack and down to the floor. I was stuck there until my friend got home, I couldn’t climb out, and there wasn’t enough room to jump. There was barely enough room to wag my tail. But my friend got me out of that one.

Then there was the time I got my nose stuck in the refrigerator door. I was just interested in what was in there. My friend had it open to do a thing with some of the food stuff in there, and I just popped in to see what was up. Then the door closed before I was done, and there was my nose, stuck right in the middle.

My friend seems to have a talent for getting me stuck too, so it’s not just me all the time. This one time, my friend was painting the room, and the paint got in my fur. Apparently, if you get too close to this type of situation, you get the paint on you, and it doesn’t come off unless you get the bath. Terrible way to get out of this one.

And my fur seems to have a mind of it’s own sometimes too. One time it got caught in the air conditioner vent, and I was so scared I couldn’t figure out who was pulling my fur. I must have blamed everything under the sun, but the whole time it was my own fur. I was betrayed.

Other things of mine that have their own mind include my tail. Yes, I have had my tail in the place where a tail should never be, that is to declare, behind the rocking chair. Stuck for a moment, but the aftershocks last for days. Terrible thing, never go near a rocking chair, even when your pal is sitting in it.

But this time, oh yes, this time I have gotten myself stuck in the cookie jar. It was laying there so confidently and practically begging to eat whatever was in it. There were only a few delicious crumbs left, but it seems that when you stick your head into a place that is a tight fit, you cannot get it back out. I did not know this, but I’m telling you now so that you do. And you know that I know this.

So it’s back to the vet’s office to get me out of the jar. I can’t see anything really, it’s all blurry through the sides of this thing, but I had a feeling this is where I’d end up. So for all you pups out there that haven’t found yourself in this predicament yet, don’t… unless the jar is filled with cookies and treats. Then it’s worth it.