We were walking up the hill by the big road...
|"What a great day to be in Kansas, huh, Cam?"|
Then I saw it! In the drain that runs into Little Kitten Creek!
It was a box, alright! And it was trapped!
|"I've got to get it out of there!"|
Some ne'er-do-well had tossed out this poor, unsuspecting box and it ended up in the drainage pipe! What kind of fate is that for a box?!?!
|"Hang on, box! I'm coming for you!"|
I tried, but I couldn't get to it. It could have been the steep bank, it could have been the mud in the drain, it could have been my leash and Dad saying, "No", but at any rate, I was unable to reach the box.
|"Don't worry; I'll send help."|
I made a metal note to call someone about it when we got home. I wasn't sure who ... maybe a Boxer rescue group?
I was still lamenting the poor box, stuck in the drainage pipe and all, when we got up to the shopping area. Cam, being the stellar sister that she is, took it upon herself right then to help me take my mind off of it.
She's the b-e-s-t!!!!
I'm still a bit worried about the box, though.