Here is a little background for you.
It is a large Man Cave, about 12' by 16’. He drew up the plans and built it all, by himself.
This is my dog Yuki:
We rescued her from a shelter a couple of months ago. She has likely been abused and has never completely settled into our home. She has, however, bonded with ME and is my new baby. She will spend her days in the far corner of my closet if I am not around. I usually won’t let her stay there though. I make her at least come out and lay on my bed.
On Saturday afternoon, Yuki got under the Man Cave somehow, which is really not that uncommon, but this time, she got WAY under. I had been gone for quite a while in the afternoon and evening, and so it was after dark when I realized that she was still outside. So I called for her to come out, but she didn’t come out. A little later, I tried again. No luck. So I got a flashlight and looked under the Man Cave. The Man Cave sits on a “grid” for lack of a better term, like a tic-tac-toe thing, and she had gotten into the “center square.” And she couldn’t get out. So I called Barre’ out to assess this situation with me. His response: She got in there; she can get out. Hmmm. Well, I didn’t think so. So I sat out there and called for her over and over. I lay down on the ground with a flashlight and looked at her. I tried to get her out by offering her lunch meat. I called and called. And then she started to whine for me. And then I started to cry. And I mean CRY. I just KNEW that she would come out to me if she could. So I went back in to get Barre’ to come out again. He still thought that she could get out but conceded that if she was still there in the morning, he would go borrow a floor jack from his friend and lift up the house and get her. WHAT? It was supposed to get down to 36 degrees. She’s an INDOOR dog. So I begged, “PLEASE go now!” So at 9:30 at night, he went to get the jack. I’ll be honest and say that I don’t think he was too happy with me when he left. But My Man did it anyway. So when he got back, he jacked up his Man Cave enough for her to get out. My poor Yuki! She was so cold and scared. So I let her go into the closet with her comforter, and I just lay there on the floor with her.
Oh, My Man!! I love him so much!
So, Sunday morning, he let Yuki out, and she, well, dropped a dooki and promptly WENT RIGHT BACK UNDER THE MAN CAVE. You have GOT to be kidding me.
So, I began AGAIN to try to get her out, with just a little bit less compassion this time. And I, too, am starting to think that she can just get herself out. But alas, she couldn’t get out. So after church, I tried some more, AGAIN laying on the grass, and now she is in the left middle square. I was able to get her leash on her and then tossed it to the top middle square. So then I go to THAT side of the Man Cave and lay down, and I stuck my hand way in there and grabbed her leash. She started to come to me, but when she got to the edge, she was stuck. (I could picture her saying I TOLD YOU SO!) But I just kind of pulled on her, and she lay on her side, and she was pushing with her feet and she FINALLY got out! Thank You LORD!!!!
And this is lattice:
And it is now all the way around the bottom of the Man Cave.
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