kelsey to the rescue!
I had today off from work so instead of bustling around this morning, I got to take it easy and watch my favorite morning talk shows (see: Ellen and The View, though the latter is getting pretty boring). I started to get thirsty so I headed upstairs to get a drink when I see Quincy standing there which isn't too abnormal. I walk around the corner into the dark living room and see Molly's face. I say hi to her and she immediately starts whining, which is not typical of her. At a closer look, I see that Molly is stuck between the couch and the wall/window. I then did what any loving dog owner would do in this situation: I grabbed the camera and took a picture.
I'm not a terrible dog owner; I knew she wasn't hurt, just a little alarmed. She currently had her two front paws up on the back of the couch, attempting to hop over it and onto the floor. This was never going to happen, nor am I capable of lifting her up over the couch. I pulled the couch out from the wall/window so she could hop onto the floor and walk out. She had no idea what I was trying to get her to do and my pulling the couch out only made her much more panicked. I tried lifting her paws off the back of the couch so she'd be forced to put them down on the ground, but she was gripping onto the couch with her nails. Knowing everything I was doing was just making her more scared, I squeezed myself onto the floor where I was hoping she would jump down to. After she saw me on the floor, she understood how she could get out and did so.
As soon as she was out, Quincy, who is very maternal with Molly, started barking and yelping in anger and relief. Molly grabbed one of her dozens of toys and started victory lapping around the house with happiness. At one point, she ran towards me and, all 55 pounds of her, bounced onto my lap and gave me an appreciative kiss. I was thankful at that moment that due to dogs' poor short term memory, my baby wouldn't remember me taking a picture instead of rescuing her.
I'm not a terrible dog owner; I knew she wasn't hurt, just a little alarmed. She currently had her two front paws up on the back of the couch, attempting to hop over it and onto the floor. This was never going to happen, nor am I capable of lifting her up over the couch. I pulled the couch out from the wall/window so she could hop onto the floor and walk out. She had no idea what I was trying to get her to do and my pulling the couch out only made her much more panicked. I tried lifting her paws off the back of the couch so she'd be forced to put them down on the ground, but she was gripping onto the couch with her nails. Knowing everything I was doing was just making her more scared, I squeezed myself onto the floor where I was hoping she would jump down to. After she saw me on the floor, she understood how she could get out and did so.
As soon as she was out, Quincy, who is very maternal with Molly, started barking and yelping in anger and relief. Molly grabbed one of her dozens of toys and started victory lapping around the house with happiness. At one point, she ran towards me and, all 55 pounds of her, bounced onto my lap and gave me an appreciative kiss. I was thankful at that moment that due to dogs' poor short term memory, my baby wouldn't remember me taking a picture instead of rescuing her.