I would finish what I was doing and then join the search. First, I decided to look around more closely in the back yard to see if he was hidden back there someplace.
I checked the rear and left sides along the fence, which are heavily vegetated. No luck. He wasn't around. I decided to go look down the street, but noticed my Chihuahua sniffing at one corner of our storage shed. I went to investigate.
Sure enough, there was the yorkie Pebbles's snout sticking out from beneath the shed. I ran around the shed to find the hole she had passed through. I found no such hole or space through which he could have crawled.
I grabbed a shovel out of the shed and began to dig by the shed door, not where the dog's snout had been, because I didn't want to smack her with the shovel. I had made a hole large enough for her, but she wouldn't come over to me.
I had been sick for weeks and was still recovering, thus very weak, so I called my brother on the phone to get him to hurry back. He came and dug another hole, nearer where the dog was, and his wife was finally able to pull him through, though the dog was a bit edgy about coming back out.
Not sure whether it was hotter outside or beneath that shed, for the temperature was over 100 outside. When the dog came out, she was panting fiercely and headed straight for the water dish. My Chihuahua had saved his yorkie friend. Way to go, Tiny! Man's best friend is also dog's best friend, I suppose.
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