Daisy was in deep shit today—literally. We were getting the septic cleaned when she took a curious sniff and fell right in. Doug found her clinging for dear life and yanked her up by the scruff of her neck, saving her from a most abominable fate.
What naturally ensues is an addendum to the great philosophical debates: free will or determinism? Creationism or evolution? And now, Daisy: luckiest or unluckiest dog?