Somehow, for some reason known only to her (and perhaps to Murphy, who was there), Belle decided that she had to crawl between the back porch steps a bit after midnight and she wound up stuck under the back porch, unable to get back out. This, I can honestly say, is something I've not seen any of my Shepherds do before, but then again, none of the others would have fit. Little Miss Limber did fit, however, and as a result, I just spent ten minutes outside in the freezing rain down on my hands and knees working to extricate her. The poor, sad little idiot was stuck good and her panicking didn't make my job of positioning her on her side and pulling her out any easier. But she's out now, having been literally dragged through the mud. And I am not much less muddy for my efforts. And of course Murphy, not to be excluded, was trying hard to "help" and he's a mess too. He knew that his friend was in trouble and he was doing his best to get in there somehow, too. So now that Belle is free and safe and everyone is now calm again, it's bath time for two mud-covered dogs here at the Lair, and then I'll need a shower before I can get near my own bed sheets.