Had an interesting morning! My mom moved this spring and behind her new house is a very densely wooded area, including a sinkhole. Yesterday her neighbor had her dog for a walk and she (the dog, of course ) saw two rabbits, yanked her leash out of the owner's grasp and took off. She was still missing this morning.
I swung by my mom's with Sam after a chiro appt this morning. Her other neighbor comes running up and says she took hedge clippers, etc and hacked her way into the woods and heard the dog yowling from the sinkhole! I grabbed my mom's tennis shoes and went into the woods. Sinkhole? Yep! About the size of an inground swimming pool! The poor dog was stuck underneath a ledge and yelping. I told the neighbor I'd try to go down and get her, but the part where I was was about 10 feet deep and obviously, I'm thinking, how the heck would I get out??
I was just about to get down and slide down when the police showed up. It must have been a slow day in town, because he was followed shortly by TWO fire trucks, three smaller Fire and Rescue trucks, two borough maintenance trucks, two TV reporters, a dog ordinance offer and a vet! LOL! An hour later, they had chainsawed and hacked their way further into the woods and rescued the dog. I told my mom that I could have rescued the poor dog in 1/2 the time, but then she reminded me that **I** would have been stuck down there as well! All I could think was that if it was Baxter, I'd want someone else to help rescue him.
Anyway, there was a small blurb on the evening news and the one man from the fire company said that they had to stretch out a big ladder across the sinkhole and put ropes down because the sinkhole was so unstable, and even more so after all our recent storms. So I guess now I realize I would have looked like a complete a** had I tried to rescue her on my own. The good news is she's fine and, except for a few cuts from falling about 10 feet, she's healthy!