Sometimes the snow forts that my sister and I made became quite unstable after a few warm days and the excessive carving of nooks and crannies. One day my mother heard muffled cries outside. When she went to investigate, she found my sister stuck under the collapsed roof of our fort, her feet kicking and arms flailing. Mom pulled her out and she was fine, just a bit more wary of possible future cave-ins.
Oops - I remember that happening many times! Love the dog!
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