Ani Gets Stuck

I stepped out the back door and called for Ani. She always comes running, even if she is busy. But she didn’t come. I called again, then again, and stepped out the back door. Past the house and into the back yard, I was starting to get worried. The garage door wasn’t blowing open, so she hadn’t locked herself in there again. I listened for whining or a whimper that would tell me she was hurt. Starting to worry that my beautiful girl had been stolen I continued past the garage. Ah, no worries, she was being Bad. Hind legs on a leaf pile, front legs inside the compost bin, smut on her face, she stood and looked at me. She did not move. She could not move. She couldn’t get out. Poor Ani, not until I lifted her front legs out of the bin was she free. She tore around the yard, crazy grateful.