Help!

There I was, just chatting with my mom and reading Lillian a book at the same time (isn't multi-tasking great?) when I realize Laddie is emitting the saddest, most pathetic sounding whimper I've ever heard. So I decide to see what the ninny's problem is. I didn't think it was anything too serious since he does the same thing when the vacuum hose is in his path. You can't convince him to walk over it, by it, around it, anything to do with it for any amount of milk bones you might offer. But since the vacuum wasn't out, I was curious to see what the deal was. Turns out he was stuck in his blanket. Yep...stuck. He likes to chew holes in his blanket. And occasionally, those holes get big enough that he can squeeze through them. Unfortunately, this hole was only big enough for half of our dog, whose waist has been slowing increasing due to winter confinement and a toddler who likes to share her chips.

After exploiting his misfortune for the blog, I freed him. I guess it's time for some blanket surgery so it doesn't happen again, but it was dang funny!