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Message: <blockquote data-quote="LostCircuits" data-source="post: 554814" data-attributes="member: 8045">Thanks mate, I am on the mend, started work-outs again. I had one of those elastic bands the second time I broke a few ribs and it was no good.  Doing ok now, did 100 push ups and 50 chin ups today (and yes it is that "don't do this right now" pain  but some of it is just losing the edge over a time of 2 weeks)But this entire "thing" almost turned fatal, not for me but one of my companions in crime, Raksha. Raksha is a 12-1/2 year old Great Pyrenees/Samoyed mix with more character than the entire Cafe membership combined (it's not a qualitative statement). Anyway last Monday we went out to the mountains and after a few hours she disappeared. There is a riparian area and she likes to hide out there if it gets too hot, so I wasn't worried but dinner time came and she had not come back. I spent about 2 hours checking all her hiding spots - nothing. Eventually I heard some noises that I had never heard before and it freaked me out but I could not pinpoint the location.Another 30 min later I found her, she had fallen into a mud hole and only her head and neck were still sticking out. If you know mud, you know it is like quick sand, it sucks you in. I tried to pull her out by the collar, not a chance. I tried to get my (left) arm around her chest and pull her out ... 2 inches before it sucked her right back in. I finally managed to lay down on the ground, with my legs holding on to a willow and pulling her legs, one by one out of the muck and then getting my left arm under her belly and rolling her out of that trap. Now, that's in the middle of nowhere, 80 acres, nobody'll hear you. I got her on safe ground (and I could not use my right arm, that's the connection) but she was so hypothermic by that time that she could not get up and I had to drag her out of the bog area.  There is a little access driveway and I tied her up, just in case and went to get the car but guess what? A big Aspen had fallen across the driveway, blocking any access. So I got the chainsaw (thank God it is a Stihl and always starts), cut the access to the road and got to where I could carry her to the car. No chance to turn around in that area and with the new cars, the rear view sensors went haywire as soon as I tried to back out, courtesy of tall grass. 10ft driving- emergency brake. Another 10 ft driving - emergency brake, rinse and repeat. Eventually we made it back to the house and I backed up against a dog ramp, which is level with the trunk with the only thought, that my neighbor owns a few large caliber guns, just in case. It was bad. I was at the point where I could hardly move my right arm anymore, the pup did not move at all except for shivering and chattering her teeth. 2 hours later she finally fell asleep, snoring. 2 more hours, she crawled out of the car onto the ramp, 3 hours later she managed to get off the ramp to make a humongous pile of poop. The next morning I managed to hose her down at least on one side but she couldn't walk more than 10 ft at the time. We went back home that night and I made a make-shift walker from a blanket wrapped under her belly so that we could walk at least a little bit, me holding up the blanket.All is well that ends well, we both are fine, at least in comparison  but "Nightmare on Elm St." feels like a lullaby in comparison. I know this sounds dramatic but  it took me 4 days to be able to sleep again. And no, I don't have pictures but it too me 2 laundry cycles to get the mud out of my jeans. And this is a true story, it happened last week and reality was way scarier than what I can even write here.</blockquote>