Sammy and the Shed

After I put Nate down for a nap this evening, I was working on uploading some pictures to the computer. Realizing it was getting late and the dogs weren't bugging me to come inside, I thought I better check and see if they escaped out of the yard. I called out to them from the back door and when no dogs appeared I slipped on my sandals and headed out. Benny came running and so I thought, oh good, they didn't escape! But that good feeling quickly faded as Benny about faced and ran away from me. Then I heard the crying coming from under the shed. Sammy has yet to make a rabbit kill this year, and apparently eager to do so, she crawled under the shed. However this time, she kicked up so much dirt behind her trying to get to that rabbit that she couldn't get back out. So there she was, panicking and kicking more dirt, making it worse. I told myself not to panic. First, I got Benny and put him in the garage (which was not easy because he was just as determined to a) dig Sammy out or b) get the rabbit --I'd like to think it was "a"). Then I got a flashlight because yes, of course it is getting dark and starting to rain to make things even more interesting. Got back down there and assessed the situation. The rabbit, by now, is in the corner of the yard trying to find a way out and Sammy has spread the dirt all around herself, making a nice low wall. So I run back in the garage, still trying not to panic, to find a shovel. No luck and of course I can't find the keys to the shed, so I grab the gardening rake. I run back out and start raking the dirt out as Sammy continues to squirm around, trying to get out. Finally, she turns herself around so her head is out and I could pull her out the rest of the way. How does she show her gratitude? Let's just say she was more interested in finding the runaway rabbit than she was in thanking me.